Beyond the Divorce

"You're awake!" A warm voice reached my ears, and I knew exactly who it was.

I moved my head and struggled to open my eyes, glancing at the handsome face before me. His eyes were focused on me, and his hand gently brushed my forehead. "Feeling better? Do you still have a headache?"

I stared at Atlas in confusion, piecing together the events from before. Glancing around, I realized I was in a hospital room.

This made me a bit uneasy, and I looked at Atlas, asking, "Am I sick? Is there something wrong with my head?"

He looked at me affectionately and asked, "Do you feel sick?"

"Then why am I here? How long have I been sleeping?"

Atlas smiled, cleverly responding, "Well, it's lunchtime anyway!"

"I slept that long? Who brought me here? What about Grayson? Wasn't he with me in the office? Oh dear, there's so much I need to handle!"

After saying that, I struggled to sit up, feeling a dull ache in my head.

"Well, it looks like you still remember." Atlas patted my cheek. "Grayson brought you here, and then I rushed over. Are you hungry? Let the doctor check on you again, and then we can grab lunch." He pressed the call button. Soon, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, approaching us.

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questioned me. Upon seeing that

gradual recovery. Currently, her brain cells are very active, and occurrences

in a daze, and he continued explaining to Atlas, "As these sporadic memory fragments enter, he cerebral cortex will become more active, and the memory nerves will gradually clear. I believe the possibility

Recovering my memory? Me?

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concern, Atlas nodded and asked, "Will these repeated episodes

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glanced at me, shaking his head. "No. As you saw during the comprehensive examination just now, Ms.

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actively stimulate her cerebral cortex, encouraging her to think about these memory fragments. This will