Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 905 Bizarre Gifts

He didn't answer Archie's question but continued to ask, "Child, did you experience insomnia after the onset of headaches?"

"Yes. I never had insomnia before, but ever since the headaches started, I've been having trouble sleeping. When I can't sleep, those blurry, frightening memories appear. The dreams are like a terrifying slideshow, making it difficult to sleep, as my heart will race," I described in detail.

He nodded occasionally, contemplating. "Under what circumstances did your headaches initially occur?"

Reflecting on the beginning of my headaches, I suddenly recalled, "Someone placed an incense in my car-a kind of poison. I started experiencing these symptoms upon inhaling the poison. "Since then, the headaches have persisted, and I keep recalling some things, but they are very vague, like short freeze frames."

"That's it. That must be the external factor that triggered the increase in neuroactivity, inducing latent crises and activating dormant nerve cells," he explained vaguely, but we all understood.

At that moment, a knock on the door signaled the arrival of the waiter with the dishes.

Gordon quickly suggested, "Let's have our meal first."

reluctant but refrained from

find a

think too much. There

away my despondent emotions. No matter what, I couldn't let the elders

was joyous, like a family feast, and no one brought up the topic of memory loss. Unexpectedly, when it was time to part, they all wanted to give me parting

large stone, rough and heavy. Robin's gift was three seeds in a small glass bottle. The seeds resembled apricot pits,

at these gifts, I was fascinated, especially Robin's small glass bottle. I held it in my hand and said sincerely, "I will plant these seeds

The card inside has instructions for their care. It's just a small

them. Gardening in the yard is his favorite.

dismissively said to me, "My stone is too ugly. We have plenty of them. Let the kid play with it as much as she

it

of disdain, took out a piece of jade from his pocket. It was pure white, appearing exquisite. He pushed it toward me on the table, saying, "Take

waved. "Mr. Gordon, I can't accept this. It's

it