CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 395: FORGOT SOMETHING

"Miss Wexler, the old lady hopes you can protect yourself. If possible, you should stop meddling in Serenford affairs. The old lady’s health is failing, and even if she gets out of prison, she won’t live long. Everything about the Wexler Family rests on your shoulders."

Grace Wexler was disdainful; she had never enjoyed the glory of the Wexler Family, so why bear the family’s responsibilities?

What she wanted now was to follow Hugo Quinn back to Serenford and fiercely attack Eleanor Hollis. If the hypnotism succeeded this time, Hugo would forget Eleanor forever.

The man took out a pill and placed it in front of Hugo.

Grace wanted to swap the pill, but the man stopped her.

"Miss Wexler, Eleanor can’t die now. Hypnotism is only hypnosis; Eleanor is still Mr. Quinn’s beloved woman. If anything happens to her and he gets stimulated, he’ll immediately wake up, so you can’t tamper with this pill."

Grace’s lips twitched; she thought hypnotism would be foolproof, but the man could still wake up.

"Do I have to constantly worry if he’ll wake up?"

If that’s the case, wouldn’t going to Serenford be dangerous?

"Yes, Miss Wexler, so I don’t recommend going to Serenford. If Mr. Quinn wakes up, your life will be in danger, better to stay here and gather strength."

The Wexler Family left behind a few things. As long as Grace can focus and manage them well, she surely has a chance to defeat Eleanor.

Grace wasn’t a fool; since Hugo could wake up at any time, following him back would indeed be dangerous.

Hugo woke up in the evening, glanced at the pill beside his hand, and then at the sky outside.

Just then, Lan Yancy called.

"Boss, did you find the pill?"

Hugo frowned, seeing a pill beside his hand, thinking it must be the right one, so he nodded.

"Yes, I’m boarding a plane now, will arrive tomorrow morning."

Lan Yancy felt strange; the boss’s tone was different from usual.

This matter involved Miss Hollis; the person should inquire about her situation, but he hung up decisively as if he couldn’t remember Eleanor.

Hugo boarded the plane, dazedly watching the sunset outside; he seemed to have forgotten something but couldn’t remember what.

When he arrived at the villa, it was already the next morning; knowing the pill was important, he kept a tight watch on it the whole time.

Lan Yancy saw him return and relaxed a bit, returning so quickly indicated things went smoothly.

"Boss, the pill? Miss Hollis is waiting to use it."

Hugo took out the pill and looked at Lan Yancy indifferently.

"This Miss Hollis you mentioned... are we married?"

Lan Yancy froze, the pill box slipped from his hand, hitting the ground.

Why would he ask such a question, had he forgotten?

"Boss, you?"

Hugo didn’t speak, sat down on the sofa.

"Lan Yancy, tell me, are we married?"

Hugo’s mind was uncomfortable, as if something had been forcibly extracted from it.

"Boss, you went to get the pill for Miss Hollis; you are married, you love her deeply."

Hugo’s body stiffened, love? Could he love a woman?

But Lan Yancy wouldn’t lie; he’s been by his side for many years.

"I understand. Send the pill up to her."

Lan Yancy nodded, knowing the boss might have encountered something abroad, and sighed.

Eleanor had been staying in her room, meals delivered upstairs, unaware Hugo had returned.

"Miss Hollis, time for your pill."

Eleanor, hearing this voice, quickly stood up, face joyous.

"Has Hugo returned?"

Lan Yancy frowned but nodded, "The boss is back, but the firm encountered some problems. Miss Hollis, please take the pill first."

Eleanor, full of joy, happily took the pill and swallowed it down, raising her neck.

Lan Yancy turned to leave, not daring to say more; if Miss Hollis knew the boss was like this, she’d be sad.

Eleanor took the pill and slept for several hours.

During this time, Hugo came up but hesitated at the door.

Does he really like this woman? Why does his reason tell him he loves a woman named Grace Wexler?

"Lan Yancy."

He went to the study, calling out.

Lan Yancy immediately appeared beside him.

"Boss, are you feeling uncomfortable? You seem to have been hypnotized."

Hugo understood hypnotism, mouth open, Lan Yancy said he loved the woman in the room, yet he remembered loving Grace; only hypnotism could make him like this.

"Is there a way to make me remember?"

Lan Yancy hesitated; to break hypnotism, the person must be stimulated, a deadly stimulus for him.

Now, the boss has forgotten Miss Hollis; the stimulus must be about her to remember quickly.

"There is, but it would severely harm your brain; better let it be. Boss, just know you love Miss Hollis, don’t harm her, or you’ll regret it deeply upon waking, you’d give your life for her."

As he spoke, Hugo’s eyes grew more profound.

Give his life?

Had he ever been in such a situation?

Eleanor rested in the room for two days before her eyes could see some brightness, though still unclear.

She heard the door and knew Hugo had returned.

She felt Hugo was strange recently, always out early, back late; she had no idea when he slept or woke up.

"Are you feeling better?"

Hugo tried to make his voice gentle, but the gentleness was a bit forced, even stiff.

Eleanor spent significant time with him, how could she not notice the change.

"What’s wrong with you?"

She asked, puzzled, looking up, but her eyes hadn’t fully recovered, she saw only faint light, unable to see Hugo’s face clearly.

Hugo’s foot paused, now confirmed the woman must be close to him, or she wouldn’t notice even slight changes.

"Nothing, are you better, hungry? I’ll bring you something."

He spoke like going through motions, words stiff.

Eleanor fell silent, rose gently, after locating him, slowly approached him.