Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 88 Memory Recovery

There were very few people in Richmond who didn't know Joseph. The assistant doctor's attitude was clearly chilly, and it was evident that he saw through Joseph's true intentions for coming to seek medical attention.

As Joseph entered, he greeted Norman with a smile.

Norman sat at his desk and said bluntly, "Mr. Black, you may have come to the wrong place. I'm here to treat patients."

Norman was wearing a white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He had a cold and elegant temperament.

The Moxley family's genes were excellent. Norman was not as chiseled features as his brother, Steven, but both were equally impeccable.

Norman's grandfather was from Yolanda, and his grandmother and parents were all domestic nationals.

The three brothers' features were all very distinctive and attractive.

Such looks were naturally valuable and marketable, just like Adrian, who lazily wandered about the entertainment circle without any

ambition.

Even without relying on the Moxley family's background, he could easily succeed by his appearance, effortlessly winning the best

actor award.

Joseph calmly pulled out a thick stack of medical records and handed them to Norman. "I have been plagued by men tal illness for many years now, and I have seen many doctors here before."

"Dr. Norman, please do not misunderstand me. I am sincerely asking for your help today."

Norman took the records skeptically, looked them over, and looked incredulous.

Norman quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Black. I am narrow-mindedness and speak rashly."

Joseph smiled and replied, "It doesn't matter." He knew in his heart that he had ulterior motives to come here.

But since Joseph had pretended to come for treatment, he had to put on a show.

Joseph had seen psychologists for so many years, but he had never been cured, and his memory had never recovered.

If Norman couldn't find a way to treat him this time, Joseph would have sufficient reason to come back

Norman carefully reviewed Joseph's medical records, occasionally asking him a few simple questions.

Joseph answered Norman's questions politely. And then, he complained, "Over the years, I always remember the day my mother had her accident"

'The thing that bothered me the most was that I had a feeling that I had done something important before I rushed to the scene of my mother's accident. And there was also someone else significant for me that I can't recall."

Norman listened intently, and Joseph continued, "It may not even be something that important or someone so significant."

"It's just that my brain can't stop thinking about it, and that's what's been truly troubling me."

"I don't need to complete my memory. So my requirement is, If I can't recall my memory, is there a way for me to forget that memory and stop being troubled by it?"

Norman replied sternly. "Since you always can't help thinking about it, it's very likely that you subconsciously know that it's very important."

"Mr. Black, why do you want to forget? Don't you fear missing out on something that you care about?"

Joseph joked, "Dr. Norman, you probably know me, I am a businessman, and I only care about benefits. The person and incident from eleven years ago are not that important to me." Furthermore, Joseph had tried recovering his memories for the past eleven years and had seen countless psychologists, all to no

avail.

Since that was the case, forgetting everything cleanly and living in peace was a better option for Joseph.

Norman glanced at the time and said, "If you're not in a hurry to leave, I can try hypnosis on you and see if it helps recover your

memories?"

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Joseph didn't mind, and he nodded. "We can take a try. Thank you, Dr. Norman."

Joseph's primary motivation was not to come for treatment, so he didn't care.

Furthermore, Joseph didn't expect Norman could cure his illness. And he thought it would be ridiculous if Norman could help him to restore his memory after 11 years. Joseph stood up and followed him into the treatment room.

Norman was going to hypnotize him. Joseph was already familiar with the process. With the help of the hypnosis, his consciousness slowly dissipated.

Norman said something next to him. Joseph felt a familiar sense of sinking, and his body seemed to be slowly falling down.

The sound of crying began to ring in his ears again.

This time, it wasn't just crying. He also heard her voice.

"She left me on the mountain, and I watched them drive away."

"The rain was too heavy. I couldn't see the road and fell."

"I want to sleep, and I can't keep my eyes open."

The sound of the strong wind and rain became clearer and clearer.

Joseph even began to feel the chill of the wind blowing on his body and the wetness of the raindrops hitting his face.

Her tears fell on his neck, and the warmth turned into wisps of coolness, flowing down his neck and into his clothes.

She couldn't stop crying and kept sobbing in his ear.

"She said my mom was a bad person who took my dad away, so she wanted me to die on the mountain. No one likes me, not even my mom."

Those crying and talking voices were fragmented but exceptionally clear.

Suddenly, Joseph heard his own voice again, "Don't fall asleep. If you die, they will live happily. You have to live well and watch them die one by one."

"But I want to sleep. My eyelids are drooping. Can you sing to me? My mom never sang to me."

"I don't know how to sing "

"Hasn't your mother sung you a song before?"

"I'll teach you a song. Don't fall asleep."

"Are you hungry? When we get to the hospital, I'll buy the soup for you from your favorite restaurant."

"Okay."

His memory suddenly became clearer, and then a turn in the scene, Shawn's voice suddenly sounded. "Please come back quickly. Something happened to your mother." And then, he saw some memory fragments about the spilled soup and the chaotic fire.

Under hypnosis, Joseph's emotions showed signs of discomfort and resistance.

Norman continued to hypnotize Joseph and try to stabilize his emotions.

Joseph began to remember many things again. In school, those boys who were his age or older didn't like him.

Joseph fought with them, but he was outnumbered. They hit him badly, and he was on the verge of death.

Then, a soft voice came from behind. "I... I've called the police! Even if you're the student, you'll be criminally responsible after 16. If you want to go to jail, just stay here!" The boys around laughed and walked in the direction of the voice.

Joseph opened his eyes, the voice was so familiar, but he saw her face clearly for the first time.

It was Deborah's face.

How could it be Deborah's face?

Deborah stared at the boys, holding her phone up, looking resolute. "If you don't believe that I called the police, try hitting him again"

"Are you sure there are no surveillance cameras here? Wait and see, and the police will arrive soon!"

The boys looked surprised. After a moment of hesitation, they cursed her and left quickly.

Deborah hurried over to Joseph and tried to help him up. "Come on, let's go to the hospital."

"Don't stare at me. I did not call the police. I just want to scare them away."

"Don't panic, and I'll donate blood for you. I have type O blood, which is universal. It's amazing, right?"

"What's that expression on your face? You bled so much from being beaten. I was afraid you'd die, so I let the nurse take more blood from me. I don't know that I would faint. Now that I'm awake, everything is alright."

"No one in my family is good to me. Will you lie to me and hurt me in the future?"

It wasn't until nearly midnight that Norman finished hypnotizing Joseph,

When Joseph woke up, his expression was ugly.

Norman was used to it and packed up the medical equipment, preparing to leave work.

Joseph's face was strangely pale, and his usual cun ning and composure were nowhere to be seen.

Joseph got out of bed and put on his shoes. Without saying a word, he walked out in a daze.