Beyond the Divorce

Mr. Gordon waved at me and didn't say much, indicating that I should sit beside him.

"May I check your pulse?" Mr. Gordon asked.

Perplexed, I looked at the old man. He nodded persistently and pointed to the chair, insisting on examining my pulse.

Jason quickly said to me, "Mr. Gordon is a divine doctor. You better let him check you out. He rarely comes out of seclusion. We need to wait until someone declares giving up treatment before we can ask for his examination. Girl, you're blessed. Even Mr. Gordon favors you."NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Upon Jason's introduction, I learned that Gordon was a doctor. If he was called a divine doctor, his medical skills must be exceptional.

I didn't want to be rude, so I sat in front of him, placing my hands on the table in front of him.

Without a word, he extended his hand, lightly placing his fingers on my pulse and silently observing my face.

The others quickly sat down while keeping their voices down, afraid of disturbing Gordon.

Feeling nervous, I wondered why Gordon insisted on examining my pulse.

After a while, he gestured for me to switch hands.

After another two minutes, he asked, "How long have you had this headache?"

I was surprised at his ability to discern this. It seemed he was indeed extraordinary. Moreover, his tone was confident in stating that I experienced headaches rather than asking if I did.

I quickly answered, "Not long, it started a few months ago."

"You're forgetting things, but do memories occasionally resurface?" His question surprised me again.

I shook my head quickly. "No, whenever I try hard to recall something, I get a splitting headache. Those scenes in my mind are blurry, and I always try hard to see them clearly, but... it's impossible." This caused me great pain every time, but I had never spoken about them, not even to Atlas. I was afraid that he would worry.

Last time, when I had a headache,

Atlas invited the best doctor to

examine me. They mentioned there wasn't a good way to treat this. condition, and only stimulating the brain nerves continuously to keep them active would help.

When the lost memories were recovered, the headaches would ease and eventually disappear.

Gordon, with just one pulse check, could accurately pinpoint it. It was truly astonishing.

"What memories are you missing?" Gordon asked me, his eyes full of affection and concern.

"I have no memories of my entire childhood, My memories start from the time of my high school entrance exam, and everything before that is a blank slate. I know nothing I said with some pain.

Only I knew how precious those lost memories were to me. They contained all the time I spent with Atlas.

Gordon listened to my explanation, his gaze profound as he looked at Archie. With certainty, he said, "Her memories have been sealed."

I stared at him and anxiously asked, "Mr. Gordon, what do you mean? Why do you say my memories have been sealed? How were they sealed?" My tone was urgent, and my expression was probably a bit exaggerated.

Archie reached out, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. The warmth from his large, comforting hand made me feel at ease.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions.

Archie looked at Gordon and calmly asked, "Mr. Gordon, what is her situation exactly?"

"Someone tampered with her memories," Gordon replied without hesitation.

His words left me in disbelief, to the

point where I seemed not to have understood. What did it mean that someone tampered with myo memories?

This statement sounded bizarre. I've heard about many things being tampered with, but I have never heard of memories being tampered with.

Archie seemed to have no doubts and cautiously asked, "Do you have a solution? Can you help her recover these lost memories?"