Chapter 41 The Thief Who Stole Happiness

Maria was overwhelmed with emotions. Cruz was a highly educated man, with a sharp mind. If he wanted children, he could easily weave a secret for Maria—a lie that she wouldn't see through. Did Cruz truly love her, or did he just want children? Meanwhile, Johnson was at the hospital, his brow furrowed. Jackson sat by his bedside. "If you're curious about what 'dear' means, let me tell you—it's what Maria used to call you, a little nickname. It was a secret just between the two of you." Johnson felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing his chest. Jackson watched him closely. "Are you starting to remember what things were like before?" Seeing Johnson like this, Jackson felt a rare sense of hope for Maria. Finally, Johnson was starting to remember her. Maria had harbored a sense of bitter satisfaction for the past two years, but Johnson shook his head. "I haven't fully remembered, just fragments." Jackson continued to look at Johnson. "If you've recalled even fragments, d