Chapter 842:

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Marc was caught off guard by this. Then, he bolted to the door, calling out, “Doctor! Doctor!”

Yvonne, pressed against the wall like a cornered animal, watched the doctors rush in, her eyes wide with fear. “Who are you? Don’t come near me!”

“Please, there’s no reason to be afraid,” Marc said, striving to keep his voice steady. “I’m your brother, Yvonne. I promise you’re safe with me. You were in a car accident last night, and it seems you’ve lost your memories. Let’s let the doctors take a look at you, alright?”

He extended his hand and said to her in a gentle voice, “Come on, take my hand.”

Yvonne eyed him suspiciously, her gaze flickering. She seemed to be lost in thought.

Marc wasn’t in a hurry, patiently waiting. He believed in their bond. After all, they were family.

Even if the fog of forgetfulness had clouded Yvonne’s mind, he believed she would instinctively choose to trust him.

As he had expected, Yvonne hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out, placing her hand in his.

Marc’s grip was gentle as he guided her back to the bed.

“Just lie down and let the doctors examine you,” Marc said.

Once Yvonne was whisked away to the examination room, Willie hurried over, his expression grave.

“Mr. Fowler, I’ve got bad news! Mr. Brooks has woken up, but he has lost all his memories!”

“What?” Marc felt the floor drop beneath him. “It seems Ms. Williamson was right. They must have ingested some kind of drug that erased their memories.”

“I’ve already informed Ms. Williamson. She’s on her way,” Willie said.

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When Hayley arrived and was briefed on the situation, her expression didn’t change—she seemed to have already expected this.

Marc caught on immediately. “Ms. Williamson, you know what kind of drug they took, don’t you?”

Hayley held her silence, her eyes clouded with concern. “It’s complicated…”

“Marc!” Jewell burst from the elevator, urgency in her voice. “How’s Yvonne?”

“She’s still being examined,” Marc said.

Hayley shot Jewell a serious look. “Come with me for a moment.”

Jewell, sensing the weight of the moment, followed her without question.

Once inside the lounge, Hayley’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Shane and Yvonne took the memory-erasing pills I developed. Except for the two I gave Yvonne, you took the other two tablets. Yvonne had two but threw them away without eating them. The pills they took this time must be the ones you had. What’s happening?”

Jewell looked confused, his eyes wide. “I honestly have no idea!”

“How can you not know?” Hayley pressed, frustration lacing her tone. “If you don’t know, then where are the two pills you have? Show them to me!”

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