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    After a moment’s thought, he set the phone down and decided to try to sleep.


    He had no desire to talk to Ellis, nor did he want to see him. Maybe, if he managed to sleep for a while, Freya would already be home when he woke up.


    Freya pulled out of the parking lot and drove straight toward the medical facility where Lawrence was waiting. It was a little past five pm when she arrived.


    The moment Lawrence saw her, he stood up, hesitating slightly, as if unsure how much to say.


    “Let’s not waste time,” Freya said sharply, her gaze steady as it met his. “Just tell me what’s going on with Kristian. What exactly happened?”


    Lawrence didn’t answer immediately. “What happened between you two earlier?”


    Freya didn’t hold anything back. After giving him a concise rundown, she summed it up. “He told me he’s not the Kristian I know. He found the agreement between you and him.”


    Lawrence’s frown deepened. Things were turning out worse than he’d expected.


    “He is Kristian,” Lawrence rified firmly. “Not some new personality.”


    “What are you trying to say?” Freya yed dumb.


    The report Ellis had brought home had included several theories and possible exnations for Kristian’s condition, but Freya wasn’t sure how much Lawrence was willing to admit.


    “Memory reprogramming,” Lawrence said inly. “It was part of the agreement between him and me. He consented to it in order to save you.”


    Freya’s brows furrowed in confusion.


    “But his amnesia has nothing to do with you,” Lawrence quickly added, eager to avoid any me. “It was caused by older injuries and a high fever. I only introduced a bit of mental conditioning once I confirmed he was already experiencing memory loss and mental regression.”


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    Freya remained silent, letting him continue.


    So far, everything he’d said aligned with what was in the report Ellis had retrieved.


    “In other words, even without my intervention, his memory loss and regression of mental faculties would have happened,” Lawrence exined, keeping things surface-level, avoiding the darker implications of the research. “But with the mental conditioning, I was able to guide that regression in a more deliberate direction.”


    “What kind of conditioning did you use?” Freya asked sharply.


    “It’s rted to you,” Lawrence confessed. “I thought that if he had the mind of a child, he’d naturally be attached to you. I never expected that even without his memories, his feelings for you would remain so strong. It intensified everything—his innocence turned into fixation, affection into obsession.” At first, Lawrence hadn’t realized the shift.


    Only after the conditioning had taken root did he notice that Kristian carried a deep, overwhelming guilt toward Freya. He was desperate to make things right with her.


    But by the time he realized this, there was no way to reverse it. And that brought them here.


    “Then why does he think he’s someone else?” Freya pressed.


    “He doesn’t remember anything from before. He found the agreement, and with the effects of the mental conditioning, it’s not surprising he misunderstood.”


    Freya felt a slow weight pressing on her chest.


    “Why him?” She still couldn’t understand. Lawrence had been circling around Kristian for years.


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