“Mommy.”

Ryan Grant woke up just as she reached his side.

Caroline Whitman sat down and touched the boy’s forehead. The fever had indeed broken. “Are you still feeling sick?”

Ryan Grant shook his head. “Not anymore.”

He still remembered his dad not answering his calls last night. “Where’s Daddy? Did he come back today?”

According to their plan, today was the day he was supposed to return from his business trip.

“He’s back.”

“Really?” Ryan Grant’s face lit up instantly.

“Is Daddy on his way?”

“Daddy caught a cold, just like you. He’s in the room next door.”

Caroline Whitman figured it was better to give the child an easier explanation than to hide the fact that Adrian Grant was hospitalized.

Otherwise, having the boy crying for his dad for the next few days would be a huge headache.

Sure enough, as soon as Ryan heard Adrian was sick, his little face filled with worry.

He stretched out his little arms for a hug. “Mommy, I want to go see Daddy.”

“Daddy’s resting. Let’s wait until he wakes up, okay? We shouldn’t disturb him for now.”

“Okay,” Ryan agreed obediently.

Both adult and child had a rough night and hadn’t slept well. After the boy drifted back to sleep, Caroline left and went to Adrian’s room, where she dozed off for a bit, resting her head on the side of his bed.

Adrian Grant woke up a little after ten in the morning.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. He subconsciously tried to move his hand and discovered his right palm was being held tightly.

He lifted his left hand; an IV patch was taped to the back of it.

But that wasn’t the main point. The main point was the ring on his ring finger.

He froze for a moment.

Adrian turned his head to the right and saw someone slumped over the side of the bed.

A woman. Her hair was down, and her face was buried in the crook of her arm, obscuring her features.

He instinctively pulled his hand back, a movement that undoubtedly startled Caroline.

Caroline woke up. She lifted her head and, seeing Adrian’s conscious expression, said happily, “You’re finally awake?”

“Does anywhere feel uncomfortable?”

“Does your head still hurt?”

She reached out to touch Adrian’s forehead, but he turned his head slightly, avoiding her touch.

Caroline froze, her hand hovering in mid-air.

Taking advantage of the pause, Adrian tried to pull his right hand free from her tight grip, only to find he couldn’t. This woman’s strength… was immense.

Surprisingly so.

Caroline was all too familiar with this side of Adrian. When she had run into him again at a class reunion, he had worn the same unapproachable air.

Various possibilities flashed through her mind. Finally, she asked hesitantly, “Honey, you don’t remember me?”

‘Honey?’

Adrian’s expression faltered. ‘I’m married?’

Caroline didn’t miss a single expression on Adrian’s face.

She was far too familiar with how Adrian usually reacted when she called him “Honey,” and this wasn’t it.

This dead-eyed look from Adrian was no different from someone who’d been struck by lightning.

His thin lips parted as he asked his first question since waking up: “And you are?”

At those words, it was Caroline’s turn to look like she’d been struck by lightning.

Now she was truly certain!

‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’

‘The amnesia trope actually fell on the villain and a cannon fodder character like me?’

‘Isn’t that reserved for the main leads?’

If she had been even a moment later in finding Adrian today, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The thought sent a wave of inexplicable anger through Caroline. “I’m your wife, who do you think I am!”

“…”

Although Adrian had suspected as much, the confirmation still left him silent for several seconds.

He was married.

He glanced down at the ring on his own ring finger, then at the matching one on Caroline’s, trying to process this information.

“Since you have amnesia, who else have you forgotten besides me?”

Caroline was angry, but she was also a little curious about the extent of Adrian’s memory loss.

She had never encountered someone with amnesia in her life before.

For it to suddenly happen to someone so important in her life… it hit her deeply, stirring up complex emotions.

Seeing Adrian remain silent, his expression turning sullen, she had no choice but to press on. “Do you remember our child? Our son, Ryan.”

That question was undoubtedly another heavy blow for Adrian.

‘A child?’

‘We have a child?’

“Our child?”

At that, Caroline scoffed. “Great. Just great. So you don’t remember our child either, is that it?”

Adrian was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

‘We even have a child?’

That was one more thing he needed to process.

He stared at Caroline’s abdomen. “You’re pregnant?”

Caroline: “…”

She let out a cold laugh. “You should be glad. If you’d gotten amnesia while I was pregnant, you would’ve been done for.”

Adrian: “…”

‘I feel like I’m pretty much done for right now, too.’

Seeing that his expression wasn’t fake, Caroline began to question him systematically:

“What about your parents?”

“I remember them.”

“Your younger sibling, Zoe Grant?”

“Mm.”

“Your grandfather?”

To prevent Caroline from continuing to list off names one by one, Adrian spoke up, “I remember everyone in my family.”

“…”

Caroline was speechless.

‘Great. So it’s just me and our son you have no impression of.’

Puffing her cheeks in anger, she finally asked a key question. “Do you remember last week? Do you remember your business trip? Do you know why you’re here?”

“Sorry, but could I ask what the current date is?”

“August twenty-eighth.”

“I’m very sorry. I’ve forgotten all my memories after May.”

Adrian was bewildered. How could he possibly have gotten married in just a few short months?

‘May… isn’t that when the two of them started seeing each other frequently because of the child?’ she thought, her mind quickly racing through the timeline.

She looked at Adrian and noticed that beyond the polite confusion on his face, there was a deeper bewilderment.

As they were facing off, the door opened.

“Mommy, Daddy, you’re both awake!”

Ryan Grant ran in wearing a small hospital gown, followed by Grace Lawson, who hadn’t been able to stop him in time.

The little guy scampered to the bedside, stood on his tiptoes to peer over the edge, and rested his chin on the back of their still-clasped hands. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the bandages on Adrian’s head.

“Daddy, is your cold better? What happened to your head? Did you fall down? Does it hurt?”

Adrian looked down at the child clinging to the side of the bed and fell silent.

‘You’re telling me I have a child this big?’

‘Are you sure I wasn’t just tricked into being a father?’

He began to doubt his entire past life.

Adrian looked at Ryan, but the boy’s eyes and brows, the spitting image of his own, couldn’t be faked.

“Daddy, why aren’t you talking? Does it hurt so much you can’t speak? I’ll blow on it for you, okay?” Tiny climbed onto the bed and gently blew on the bandaged area of his head.

“Daddy, does it still hurt?”

Even with his many doubts, Adrian wasn’t about to coldly dismiss a child’s concern for his father right to his face.

He nodded. “Mm, much better. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Seeing this, Caroline let out a sigh of relief.

‘Looks like even with amnesia, Adrian is still a good father,’ she thought. ‘At least he didn’t give the kid a cold shoulder just now.’

Grace Lawson walked in. “You’re awake?”

“Mom,” he called out to Grace Lawson.

“How are you?” Grace asked hurriedly.

“My head hurts a little.”

“Do you have any idea? We were scared to death! When you had your accident, something happened with the child, too. If Caroline hadn’t risked going to find you in the middle of the night, I can’t even imagine what would have happened.”

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