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Chapter 838:

“Right now, the most important thing is for you to get your healthy body back. Let me use hypnotherapy to help you regain your memory.

I need those memories to dig deeper so we can find the shady organization and wipe out this threat hanging over our family once and for all.” Marissa carefully watched Paul’s expression and asked, “Dad, can you face your fears and let me use hypnotherapy to help you recover those lost memories?”

“I can!” Paul replied, his voice filled with determination. “For my daughter, I can face any fear. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

When Marissa heard his words, her heart overflowed with emotion. Truly, the love of family could be a powerful source of strength.

For more than a decade, her father had been paralyzed by his fears, unable to confront the memories he had buried deep within. But today, he showed bravery she had never seen before.noveldrama

A smile of joy spread across her face as she reached into her bag and handed something to Paul. “Dad, take a look at this.”

Marissa carefully pulled out an old, faded photo from twenty-two years ago. It was a snapshot of a younger, passionate Brian and Caylee, caught amid a love affair that was as intense as it was pure.

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Back then, they were the epitome of youth and beauty, a dazzling couple that seemed like a match made in heaven. With their charm and talent, they turned heads wherever they went, radiating a warmth that was simply captivating.

Marissa had gotten hold of this photo from her mother, Caylee. After all these years, the picture had become worn and yellowed. Marissa had intended to restore it as a gift for her mother, but before she could return it, fate stepped in, and she found herself showing it to her father instead.

She had braced herself for his reaction, expecting her father, who had yet to recover his memory, to stare blankly at the woman in the photo, maybe even ask who she was. Marissa was ready to explain, to tell him all about her mother.

But what happened next took Marissa by surprise. The moment Paul laid eyes on the photo, his face lit up with recognition. “Caylee?” he exclaimed, his voice full of emotion.

Marissa was taken aback. “Dad, you haven’t regained your memory yet. How did you recognize Mom?” Paul clutched the photo, his eyes studying every detail, growing more excited by the second. “Marissa, this is your mother?”

“Yes, Dad,” she replied softly. “That’s Mom, the woman you loved more than anything.”

“So, it wasn’t just a dream… Those are my real memories.” Paul’s voice trembled with realization.

“Marissa,”

Paul continued, his tone both amazed and nostalgic, “Remember how I told you about that recurring dream? The one where I have a beautiful wife and two wonderful daughters?

The wife in my dream looks exactly like your mother, and she’s even named Caylee. I’ve loved her so deeply that each time I wake up, I feel an ache in my chest as her image slips away.

I thought she was just a figment of my imagination, a creation of my mind. But now I see… those dreams were my lost memories, creeping back into my mind.”

Upon hearing those words, Marissa was deeply touched. She was convinced that her father must have loved her mother with all his heart; otherwise, even in the fog of amnesia, he wouldn’t keep dreaming of her. These two souls, bound by love, had endured unspeakable pain over the years, separated by fate’s cruel hand

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