One knee on the ground, holding Vera Wave in his arms, letting her entire weight lean on him, Kris Cooper was so heartbroken that he couldn’t find the words.
It’s not hard to imagine how sad and helpless she must have been at that ti. Damn it, he hadn’t found her.
After a long ti, Kris Cooper finally cald his breathing and lifted her small face again. "Who was it?"
Vera blinked her eyes. "Who was who?"
"The person who hit you with the car, and those thugs. Did they get punished?"
Vera shook her head. "I don’t know. It seems those thugs were caught. As for the person who wanted to hit ..."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, once again seeing that bright beam of light.
...
...
The light was very bright.
She instinctively raised a palm to shield her face, looking through her fingers into the car.
Through the glass, she vaguely saw a figure.
She squinted, trying hard to see who it was, only vaguely noticing long hair falling beside the person’s face.
...
...
Her head started to throb with pain, and she raised her hand to press against her temple.
"I can’t rember. I only know it was a woman."
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see the face clearly. It felt like a sharp blade was stirring her head, causing unbearable pain.
Kris Cooper couldn’t bear to see her like this and imdiately spoke up to stop her.
"Don’t think about it. Just stop, Vera, stop!"
Vera opened her eyes, panting, and watched him for a mont.
"Kris, I’m sorry. I didn’t an to forget you."
"Silly girl, I know, I know!" Holding her face in his hands, he gently leaned his forehead against hers. "As long as you’re okay, nothing else matters."
Of course.
The ones who caused her such tornt, those bastards who kept them apart for six years, he wouldn’t let a single one of them go.
...
...
Because of the car accident, the trip to the castle was also forced to cancel.
In the afternoon, Vera fell into an exhausted sleep, and only after she slept deeply did Kris Cooper hold his phone, walk to the balcony, and dial Andre Colin’s number.
On the other end of the line, it was deep into the night, and Andre Colin’s voice was sowhat hoarse, clearly having been woken up.
"I have an urgent matter, it’s about Vera’s mory."
The tone of Kris Cooper’s voice carried a hint of apology. Across half the globe, he knew about the ti difference, but this matter couldn’t be delayed.
On the other end, Andre Colin cleared his throat.
"Give a minute, I’ll wash my face."
Kris Cooper responded softly, holding the phone and waiting. On the other end, the phone was gently placed on the table, followed by silence. In less than a minute, Andre Colin returned, his voice clear as ever.
"Speak."
"Sothing happened today. Vera might have been triggered by the event to rember what we were worried about. She was taken by so thugs, but it wasn’t as bad as we feared. She escaped from them, then was chased by a car and jumped off a bridge into the river below." Kris Cooper briefly recounted the situation to Andre Colin, without exaggeration or concealnt. "In your opinion, with her current condition... how should I handle it?"
"It seems like it’s the electroshock therapy from before, causing brain cell damage, possibly combined with so dication and psychological stress." Andre Colin paused to think. "How is she now?"
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