??Chapter 694: Chapter 673: Lost mories Return
Chapter 694: Chapter 673: Lost mories Return
Seeing the familiar na, Michael almost imdiately picked up the phone: “Ivy…”
But, the person’s voice on the other end of the connecting line was not who he had hoped for.
“Michael Gordon, if you had driven a little faster, you would have caused an accident and killed our car, with my wife and children in it!”
One casual sentence directly made Michael move his foot on the accelerator to the brake. Despite trying to calm himself down, he couldn’t help but tremble when he spoke.
“Spencer Lowe, if you dare touch a hair on her head, I will blow up your small country!”
“Mr. Gordon, you must be joking. My cousin, how could I bear to hurt her? I should love and take care of her, how could I hurt her?” The man’s voice was lazy and provocative, “Getting in the way of siblings reuniting, Mr. Gordon, you’re quite immoral!”
“Cut the crap, I want to hear Ivy’s voice!”
“On what grounds?”
“Because I’m her husband!”
“…”
Isn’t he her cousin too?
“A husband who relies on others to risk their lives to protect his wife’s safety, you’re no good!”
There was only the man’s voice in the phone, as if Ivy didn’t exist at all. If it hadn’t been for Michael’s own eyes seeing her in the car, he would have doubted whether she was in the car, but he saw it and beca even more panicked: “Spencer, what did you do to Ivy?”
Ivy had a sharp personality, so under normal circumstances, she would be able to make so noise. The fact that there was no sound ant she was most likely knocked out by him.
“My cousin is not well-behaved, so I let her sleep, if you want to wake her up, just hit my car!”
After saying that, he hung up the phone without giving Michael a chance to speak. When Michael called back, the phone was turned off.
The car ahead sped up and slowed down intermittently, Michael’s car did the sa. The other driver seed sure Michael wouldn’t risk a collision. Whenever Michael sped up, they slowed down suddenly, forcing Michael to brake urgently.
With Ivy in the car, Michael dared not take any risks. He maintained the sa speed as the car ahead, driving for half an hour, and took a turn onto the highway intersection. Suddenly, the slow-moving car sped off. Michael sensed sothing was wrong and stepped on the accelerator.
“Bang!”
A sharp collision sound cut through the sky, and the howling wind from the car’s movents ca to a sudden halt.
As Michael stepped on the accelerator, a sports car appeared out of nowhere, seemingly out of control, and crashed head-on into Michael’s car. Michael’s head hit the windshield, his mind exploding.
His body went stiff, and he fell into an unprecedented panic. As blood continuously flowed down his forehead, Michael could only watch the car carrying Ivy getting further and further away…
Police sirens sounded all around, and people in uniforms seed closer. There were pictures being taken and inquiries made. Michael realized his proud driving skills had failed him, and he had been in a car accident.
If he had an accident, was he injured?
Was he going to die?
If he died, what about Ivy? What about Bianca?
In the first half of his life, she had given birth to a child for him. In the second half, he should serve her, but if he died now, how could he fulfill his role?
No, he can’t die!
He absolutely can’t die!
This thought was just his conviction, and Michael could only feel his head getting heavier, and the blood from his forehead flowed more. Just as it was before, the blood flowed down his own head, in bright red.
The vivid red!
As drowsiness set in, he knew he couldn’t sleep now, but he couldn’t resist the fading consciousness. In a daze, just before his consciousness disappeared, Michael kept seeing Ivy in his mind: hazy, clear, sweet, sharp, colorful, arrogant, gentle, and affectionate…
The images in his mind replayed like a movie, echoing back to their childhood, their adulthood, their reunion, their marriage, and more…
Wait, their childhood?
How did he know about her childhood?
Wasn’t he supposed to have amnesia?
As though being stimulated by this new information, Michael’s scattered consciousness seed to pull back, and he instinctively touched his forehead, hitting it heavily, trying to make his hazy mind clearer.
The images beca clearer with his recovered consciousness!
Yes, that’s right, he indeed saw her as a child, wearing a white and plaid shirt, a small plaid skirt, white socks, and red boots. The little girl had a soft, cute face, similar to his own daughter, and wore her hair in two adorable ponytails. When she looked at him, her eyes sparkled, clear and bright.
It was said that these speaking eyes could lt your heart without saying a word!
The first ti they t, she called him “big brother,” and asked for his na. But his father told him not to tell strangers his na for fear of attracting bad people, so he didn’t say it. She called him “big brother,” and when he asked for her na, she said, “You won’t tell , so I won’t tell you either, you’re ‘big brother,’ and I’ll be ‘little girl.’
A clever and quick-witted little girl, even at such a young age, she wouldn’t let herself lose even in small matters!
Michael’s mory was now astonishingly clear. The ancient mories were vivid in his mind, and he couldn’t deny the fact that his damaged brain was functioning normally again.
His mory, which had been blank for six years, was restored.
And the first person in his mind was that mischievous, clever, and cute little girl. Their first eting, their second encounter, and the reunion after more than a decade, when he found her, alive, seven years ago.
When he thought everything was perfect and was preparing to confess his feelings to her, he found there was soone by her side, a man nad Zach Gilbert. Why did he call him a “little man”?
B??ecause as a man, he let his woman work part-ti jobs to pay for their living expenses while studying. He wanted to take her away but feared she had already forgotten him, and forcibly intervening would only cause resentnt.
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