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Chapter 307 Selective Amnesia.

Boom!

At that

moment, Milly felt as if her mind no longer belonged to her. Looking into his eyes, filled with unfamiliarity, she sensed her heart being gripped fiercely, causing unbearable pain and a deep sense of anxiety and unease. She walked slowly to the bedside, locking eyes with George. "Do you not recognize me?"

She tried to detect any hint of deceit in his gaze, but found none.

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e remained tranquil, an icy calmness settling upon his features like a veil of indifference. There was no flicker of recognition in his eyes, no hint of familiarity as he regarded her, as if she were merely a stranger. It was not a façade. His detachment seemed genuine, his mind unburdened by any memory of her.

Danny, taken aback by his words, was visibly incredulous, his eyes widening as he drew closer to the bedside. "Mr. Tate, do you remember me? I'm Danny Jarvis, your assistant, you...

Before he could complete his sentence, he heard a faint yet dismissive voice utter, 'Go away!"

"Ah, Danny muttered in response.

Milly frowned. It seemed like he did remember Danny

Just moments ago, as he listened to Scarface speak, he remained composed, recalling him distinctly.

So, what implications does this hold now?

Het

He remembered everyone else, but forgot me?

Coincidentally, at that moment, the senior doctor who had just stepped out to fetch a signature walked in, holding a medical record. He glanced at the instruments in the ward, jotting down notes as if compiling

data.

Milly's breathing hastened, a spark of optimism shining in her eyes. "Doctor, could you please examine him again? He doesn't seem quite right."

Without lifting his gaze, the doctor replied, "As long as he remains awake, there's no imminent risk. Any additional concerns can be managed with adequate rest and care." Adequate rest and care?

Milly queried. "But earlier, he didn't even recognise me. What's going on?"

The doctor maintained his composure. "That's amnesia."

Amnesia?

Milly clearly didn't believe it "But he remembers everyone around here. Why would he just forget me?"

The doctor concluded his last note, closing the medical record and putting away his pen. "It seems he has

Chapter 307 Selective Amnesia

avoid, usually triggered by external stimuli or a head injury. His memory loss is likely due to a previous head injury."

George suffers from selective amnesia?

This scenario is straight out of those cliché novels and TV dramas, right? It's the kind of plot twist readers would bash to bits if it appeared in a novel, yet here it is happening in real life.

Milly was half in disbelief, trying to analyse the situation with as much clarity and rationality as possible. "But this kind of thing should be incredibly rare, like a one-in-a-million chance. How could it possibly The doctor cut her off, "As you said, it's a small chance, but not zero. In this world, nothing is ever one hundred per cent certain."

Milly shivered involuntarily. Yes, isn't this the world of novels? The fact that I'm here already raises so many questions.

Now that the doctor had spoken, she couldn't seem to find a reason not to believe it anymore. Reluctantly, she had no choice but to believe.

At that moment, all the frustration and panic surged within her. It was a pain so overwhelming she could barely breathe, tears welled up involuntarily in her eyes. The things before her blurred slowly in the midst of her tears.

When Stephanie shoved her down the mountain, she held back tears. When Xavier deserted her, she restrained herself. Enduring the trials of mountain survival, she remained composed. But now, confronted with unfamiliar eyes, she couldn't suppress her emotions any longer.

Being forgotten by someone can really hurt this much.

Sensing the tension in the room, Danny promptly turned to George, "Mr. Tate, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. There's a stack of paperwork at the office awaiting your signature."

George didn't even look at him and just gave a faint "Hmm" in response.

Danny glanced at Scarface, who stood dumbfounded nearby, and signalled with his eyes. But Scarface seemed to stand there as if he couldn't understand, his face displaying stubborn resolve. "I must stay here to protect Master's safety!"

Having said that, he directed a sharp look towards Milly, filled with profound chilliness.

Danny was speechless.

This guy poses the greatest threat here right now!

But after all, Scarface was his friend who had faced life and death with him. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing. "Ehm, Scarface, why don't you take me to the company? Plenty of people are here to protect Mr. Tate, so your presence isn't necessary. Besides, I need a driver."

Scarface remained composed, standing still with a serious expression.

Danny, growing anxious, tried to pull Scarface away by grabbing his arm. However, this action only seemed to intensify Scarface's anger.

He shoved Danny aside with force, his eyes burning with fury, breathing heavily, clearly displaying intense.

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anger.

like

"Danny, I've treated you a brother. We've all sworn loyalty to Master with unwavering hearts. But what about you? Right in front of Master, tell me, what are you really thinking?"

Scarface's abrupt eruption left Danny standing frozen in place.

Confused and unable to comprehend the situation, he asked, "What are you saying?"

Scarface let out a cold chuckle, licked his lips, and said, "You claim we're like brothers, but the moment this woman appears, you abandon our brotherhood and put her above everything else. Isn't that ridiculous? All for a woman!

"Before, we could let it slide since Master liked her, so we tolerated it. But now, Master has forgotten her completely. She means nothing now. What exactly are you trying to achieve by defending her here?

"Don't forget, she's indirectly

responsible for Master's current state-his life hanging in the balance, seriously injured. If you ask me, she's not worth a thousand deaths. You're still defending her here. Do you think you're worthy of Master's trust? Do you really care about us, your brothers, as well as the Shadow Palace and Master?"

Scarface was genuinely enraged, his voice loud and resonant, nearly shaking the room.

After his outburst, a tense silence filled the space.

"You..."

After being berated with a torrent of

accusations, Danny took a deep

breath and raised his hand "Fine! Since you're so eager to protect Mr. Tate, then stay here. Don't come crying to me later, begging for mercy on your behalf!"

"I'll go back on my own, take care of yourself."

With those words, he gave Scarface a meaningful look, opened the door, and left.

Scarface sniffed, restraining his

sudden anger, and bent down to report softly to George, who still lay in bed, "Master, every statement made just now holds true, without any lies. Though you once cared for this woman, now that you have forgotten her, she means nothing to you. Trust me, I will deal with her and seek justice for you! She will never dare to act recklessly in front of you ever again!"