Chapter 89

Zoe looked at me helplessly. She always reminded me to give my mind a rest, but how could I not think about these things? They were the most important matters to me. I lay on the bed quietly, trying to avoid everyone. The thoughts suddenly came back to me. My father died because of me, and my mother followed him to the grave, grieving every day. Valerie and I did have a child—that was my forever pain. How could I have forgotten all this? I hated myself for forgetting such important things. We were already on the brink of divorce, yet I lost my memory and only remembered the peaceful times with Valerie. She had hurt me so much, but I had completely forgotten about it. These past few days, how did Valerie act so nonchalant around me? How did she endure sharing a bed with me despite her disgust? I really couldn't understand her mindset. Ten minutes later, Valerie arrived. Zoe had called her and informed her of my condition. With Valerie's presence, the entire hospital room beca