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    The doctor hesitated. “However… the ident from three years ago left him with traumatic brain injuries and a blood clot, which caused thea. Our assessment suggests that some form of intense, external stimtion forcibly pulled him out of it.”


    “That state… That methodes with high risk. It likely caused additional damage… which exins his current amnesia.”


    So, that was it.


    Sadie stood still, her fingers trembling ever so slightly before she sped them together to steady herself.


    Her voice, when it came, was roughened by emotion. “Is there any way… to help him get his memory back?”


    The doctor hesitated, his expression clouding as he adjusted his sses with a slow, deliberate motion. “To be frank, while our facility is well-equipped with cutting-edge neurological treatments, we’re not the foremost experts in this field. The leading authority in memory restoration lies with Rosewood Hospital in Zupren. They’re globally recognized for cases like Mr. Wall’s.” He paused, ncing at her. “If you want to give him the best possible chance at recovery, I would strongly rmend seeking a consultation there.”


    Sadie absorbed his words, her eyes lowering as a quiet sigh escaped her. “I see. Thank you, Doctor.”


    The doctor gave a small nod, reminded her of Noah’s need for rest, and then walked away, leaving her in the hush of the corridor.


    A beat passed.


    Then ine stepped forward, hesitant but unable to keep his questions bottled up any longer.


    Clearing his throat, he finally spoke, his voice uncertain. “Sadie… how did Noah be Patrick?”


    Confusion swirled in his eyes. He had been holding the question back since the moment he knew Patrick was Noah.


    Noah was meant to be dead—three years ago.


    Tina and Nathan both turned their eyes toward Sadie, their expressions tightening with confusion and anticipation.


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    Was there something they didn’t know?


    Could there have been more to what happened three years ago?


    Sadie let out a soft sigh, her shoulders sagging slightly.


    She sank onto the nearby bench, its cold surface grounding her as she gently brushed her bangs away from her eyes. “After Noah’s ident three years ago, things were bad—critical. Isabel acted quickly and quietly had him transferred to…”


    Rosewood Hospital in Zupren for emergency treatment. Only a few monthster, the hospital reached out… they told me Noah didn’t make it, that despite everything, they lost him. When I flew to Zupren, they handed me an urn. That was it. No answers. Just ashes.”


    The memory clearly still stung, her voice catching for a moment before she steadied herself. “I returned home and tried to move on. But three yearster, I saw him. Not Noah exactly… someone who looked just like him. He called himself Patrick. He didn’t recognize me, didn’t remember a thing.” Her fingers clenched slightly in herp. “At first, I thought it was just someone who resembled him. But as time went on, things didn’t add up. The way he moved, small habits, the look in his eyes—I started running little tests. Quietly. Subtle things. And then, I was certain that man was Noah. But his memory… it’s gone. Completely.”


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