the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 496: The Lost Treasure Regained

The man paused for a few seconds before he could clearly see the furnishings inside the room. It took him a mont to realize he was at ho, not in the hot spring cave.

The elderly doctor, seeing that he was awake, asked with so concern, "Do you feel unwell?"

The man’s handso yet austere face revealed a hint of dark pain, almost spasmodic. Pressing on his throbbing temple, he murmured with a pale complexion, "Dr. Wen, I’d like to be hypnotized one more ti."

"No, I’ve already told you I’ll only hypnotize you once. Your current state is already very poor; it’s better for you to drink so water and rest." The doctor waved his hand decisively, rejecting the idea outright.

Ignatius Leclair’s condition was indeed terrible—it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to describe his emotions as a tempestuous sea. The man suddenly clenched his fist, sitting up straight from the couch. His face was dark; his tightly balled fists were faintly trembling. This fragnt of mory did not exist in his recollections at all.

Such a scene, such an entangling and passionate kiss—how could he have no mory of it whatsoever? What was even more terrifying was that he could feel the state of his Heart Realm at the ti—such greed, such insatiable desire.

"Dr. Wen, under what circumstances would a person unconsciously forget past events, without even realizing it themselves?" He lowered his head, his phoenix-like eyes dark as an abyss, and asked in a low tone.

"In principle, that’s highly unlikely. If it’s selective amnesia, one would at least be aware of the gaps in their mory. If the mory appears complete, there’s only one possibility—implanted mories. But as of now, that’s extrely difficult to achieve," the elderly doctor remarked with interest. "It requires not only extraordinarily skilled hypnosis from the Hypnotist but also full cooperation from the patient, and multiple sessions to accomplish. It’s highly improbable."

As he spoke, the elderly doctor shook his head, refuting his own words.

"I notice you have severe insomnia and headaches. Hypnosis will only worsen your condition, and I can’t guarantee there won’t be lasting side effects. I recomnd staying away from it." The doctor spoke as he prepared to take his leave.

Ignatius escorted him out personally before heading straight to Delphine’s house.

After a night of emotional release, Delphine had already co to terms with the reality she faced. She had lain in bed all day, and by the ti she got up in the evening, her eyes were swollen as badly as ever. Aunt Li had thoughtfully boiled a few eggs, wrapped them in a fine cloth, and gently rolled them over the area around her eyes to reduce the swelling. With a motherly tone, she gently chided, "Miss Delphine, you’re carrying two bodies now. You can’t cry like that anymore, even if you’re arguing with the young master."

Delphine said nothing. She hadn’t told anyone about registering her marriage with Ignatius the day before. As such, Aunt Li and Yunji still assud the two of them had only had another argunt.

"When I saw the young master leave at noon, his complexion didn’t look good—like he hadn’t slept at all last night. Sigh." Aunt Li let out a low sigh. But when she saw Ignatius enter, she quickly set the eggs down, gave Delphine a nudge, and left with a smile.

Delphine didn’t turn her head. The truth was, her eyes had been aching badly. Over the years, her health had been poor; her most imdiate response to anything was an over-sensitivity of her skin. Even the slightest pressure hurt, let alone crying as hard as she had. When she woke, she could barely open her eyes, and it wasn’t until the afternoon that they felt better.

When Ignatius entered, he saw her sitting there with her head bowed. Clearly aggrieved, yet she remained silent, much like the tis in their youth when Bessie had bullied her, leaving her both wronged and subdued.

The man’s heart constricted tightly. He walked over, wrapped her in his arms from behind, and held her close to him—so tightly, as though she were a precious treasure he feared losing again.