Chapter 1530:

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Brandon pulled out his phone, quickly located Janet’s artwork and the list of awards she’d received before she disappeared, and handed it to her. ‘Take a look.’

‘Is this really my work?’ Janet took the phone in a daze and opened her eyes wide at the sight of the exquisite and unique design on the screen. Her fingers curled involuntarily, almost as if she couldn’t accept what she was seeing. ‘Did I really create something so beautiful?’

Brandon placed a warm hand on her head and rubbed it lovingly. ‘Of course, you’re an incredibly talented designer.’

Janet flipped through her artwork and the list of awards, her face alight with joy. But then, something dawned on her and her happiness gave way to a dejected expression. ‘Unfortunately… I can no longer create such beautiful clothes…’

Brandon saw the disappointment in her eyes and squeezed her hand tighter. In a soft voice, he reassured her, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to help you get your memories back.’

Frank, eager to help, interjected, ‘I’ve already talked to Jeremy about the drugs they gave you when you disappeared. When we get back to Barnes, we’ll do a thorough check-up. We’ll soon find out why you lost your memory and we’ll help you get it back.

To ease Janet’s possible doubts, Frank confidently patted his chest, boasting, ‘Don’t worry. I’m the best doctor in Barnes. I guarantee you’ll remember everything once we’ve finished the treatment.’

Janet’s smile returned, comforted by Frank’s confidence. ‘Thank you. I think you’ll cure my amnesia.’

‘Of course,’ Frank replied, full of pride after receiving Janet’s endorsement.

But as the conversation progressed, Janet’s smile faded and her head dropped. Although Frank seemed to be a competent doctor and might actually have a solution for her memory loss, the emptiness created by her amnesia was still there, filling her heart. It was a deep sense of restlessness and confusion that overwhelmed her, leaving her feeling discouraged and dejected.

Observing the change in her demeanour, Brandon was tender and patient. He gave her palm a gentle squeeze and whispered comforting words: ‘Don’t be afraid. You have many good friends in Barnes. Maybe seeing them will help you remember.

Janet looked at Brandon, her lips trembling as she quietly confessed, ‘Brandon, I’m still afraid…’

She was haunted by the fear that she would never remember the past, that the memories of her life so far would remain lost forever, leaving her to start all over again. She was terrified that she would never again be able to create a design as impressive as her previous work….

Brandon sighed and gently lifted her chin with his slender fingers, his deep eyes fixed on hers without hesitation. His voice, soft but imbued with unwavering conviction, whispered, ‘Trust me, Janet.’

Brandon’s eyes were captivating: slightly upturned with thick lashes and now filled with warmth and affection for Janet. The tenderness in his gaze acted like a balm on her restless heart, calming her fears.

‘It’s okay,’ Janet replied, soft and imbued with confidence, as she took Brandon’s hand. ‘I trust you.’

Frank, sensing the intimacy of the moment, discreetly looked down and busied himself with his phone, remaining silent. But soon, he was staring at the phone screen with wide eyes, his brow furrowed as he quickly swiped the screen and then he shot Brandon a grave look.

Noticing the anxiety in Frank’s expression, Brandon guessed that something urgent had come up. He found a pretext to convince Janet to get some rest, making sure she was comfortable. Then he turned to Frank, his brow furrowed in concern. ‘What’s wrong, what happened?’

‘I can’t articulate it. You have to see for yourself.’ Frank’s hand shook as he handed the phone to Brandon, his hair tousled from his anxious scratching. As Brandon’s eyes scanned the news on the phone, his face went pale and a cold fear settled in his stomach.

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