Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 1228

“Mr. Maxwell, your body still contains memory suppressing drugs. The two of them will clash. Your body won’t be able to take it.” Peter thought about the pitiful Fia and reminded him out of kindness.

It was also a prior clarification, to avoid him seeking trouble with him after.

“As long as I am able to regain my memories, I am able to endure any kind of suffering.”

Conrad did not hesitate.

He had already become a lame man and now he had more and more questions. He was suspicious of the cause of his initial car crash.

He was a grown man. How could he get hit by a car just by crossing the road? It wasn’t like he was blind.

“Can we go inside?” Victor asked impatiently.

Regardless of whether he had lost his memory or not, this guy was always so impolite.

He didn’t even know how to invite his cousin inside when he saw him!

“Please come in.” Conrad stepped aside and showed them the way, his attitude slightly improved since Victor had brought along the pharmacist.

Once inside, Victor frowned as he noticed the half-empty bottle of alcohol on the coffee table.

“Drinking alone at home in the middle of the night?”

“What’s it to you?” Conrad retorted.

Victor was irritated. “Don’t be so useless. If you die, everything under your name will go to your mother!”

“She gave birth to me and raised me. It’s only right,” Conrad replied indifferently.

“Ha, hahaha!” Victor sneered, too lazy to explain. “Hopefully when you regain your memories you can still say the same.”

Peter didn’t want to listen to them bicker, and said, “Your body is not suitable for consuming alcohol. You have toxins in your system, and drinking will only worsen your condition.”

Conrad pushed the glass of wine away from his lips. “Will the toxins in my body be fatal?”

“Not for the time being,” Peter replied. He took a seat and extended his hand toward Conrad.

“What do you want?” he asked casually.

Peter replied, “Your pulse.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Victor couldn’t help but chuckle. “Look at you, acting like a nouveau riche. Every time someone reaches out to you, do you immediately think they’re asking for something? Is it a habit you’ve developed over these past five years because your mother kept asking you for things?”

Conrad held out his hand to let Peter check his pulse.

“Don’t speak!” Peter snapped as he focused on taking Conrad’s pulse.

Victor got up and picked up a glass and drank alone.

A few minutes later, Peter fixed his gaze on Conrad.

“Your emotions have been fluctuating greatly recently.”

“Is there a problem?” Conrad asked calmly. Indeed, his emotions had been quite unstable recently, mainly because of Ms. Sia.

“Have you had any fragments of memories resurface recently?” Peter inquired.

“Yes, every time I have a splitting headache, I see a girl, but I can’t remember her.” Conrad lowered his gaze. “I’ve been dreaming about her for the past couple of days.”

Peter and Victor both knew that the girl he was referring to was Fia, but neither of them brought it up.

“Victor, we’ve known each other for so long. You should remember if I had any emotional entanglement with a girl before I lost my memory.”

Conrad turned his gaze towards Victor.

“It’s been five years, and you still haven’t remembered, which means she wasn’t important to you. Besides, your dear mother often mentioned that you and Annie were childhood sweethearts, didn’t she?”

Conrad asked, “Are you mocking me?”

Victor waved his hand. “Of course not. I wouldn’t dare.”

“When you recover your memories, you’ll understand,” Peter said calmly and removed his finger which was on Conrad’s wrist.

“I can give you more of the drug. Inject five milliliters every day, and the pain you’ll endure will become increasingly intense until you remember everything.”

Peter paused before continuing. “Mr. Maxwell, I recommend that while you are taking the drug, you put down all your work and don’t simply move about either”

Conrad said, “Why?”

Peter replied, “You could faint anytime. And there is also a possibility that situations that catch you off- guard might arise.”

“What kind of situations?” Conrad and Victor asked simultaneously.