Beyond the Divorce

Archie's words echoed my concerns, and I also looked at Gordon.

After pondering for a moment, Gordon shook his head slightly and said, "I cannot recover her memories, but I can try to ease her stress, alleviate the frequency of her headaches... but it requires acupuncture." I eagerly pressed for more information. "So, does that mean if I get acupuncture, I might recall some memories? Or is there a way for me to retrieve them?"

The others also looked at Gordon. At this moment, all my hopes were pinned on his answer.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

"Acupuncture can only alleviate the tension and stress on your nerves, reducing the frequency of your headaches and the pain you experience. Your memories have been selectively forgotten. So, you only lost memories from a specific period in your childhood."

I felt a bit confused. I asked him, "Mr. Gordon, are you saying I've been hypnotized? Is that it?"

Gordon nodded confidently.

This explanation left me bewildered. Who hypnotized me? Why deprive me of the right to my memories?

Archie's hand on my shoulder became a bit heavier, and he comforted me, "Don't worry. There must be a solution."

He looked at Gordon and asked, "Mr. Gordon, are there any better methods to help her recover her memories?"

I nodded eagerly, hoping to hear a solution from Gordon.

After a moment of contemplation, Gordon spoke. "It's hard to say. It depends on each person's condition. Besides, those who can perform this selective hypnosis are rare. Even if someone does it, the chances of complete recovery are almost impossible."

"What?!"

I was incredibly upset and looked at Archie helplessly.

"I want my memories back. I want to remember all my younger days with Atlas. I want to know the days before I took my last high school exam.

"I want to know how I became Chloe. Only by regaining my memories will I be able to solve this mystery."

Mr. Gordon spoke again, "It's because you are too eager to regain your memory that caused your severe headaches and even risking going into shock."

I nodded. "That phenomenon has occurred."

"It's not good for your brain," Gordon said solemnly.

"Moreover, under compulsive suppression, the fragments of memory you recall may sometimes be false. It may not be actual memories, but rather fantasies or desires."

"False?" I helplessly repeated. At this point, I didn't question Gordon's words at all.

Ardie quickly interjected, "What if we hire a hypnotist to restore her memories?"

"I've said it. Even if the person who did the hypnosis for her at that time tried to do it again, releasing those sealed memories might introduce deviations. Not only will you not retrieve memories, but it might also lead to schizophrenia or even death."

Gordon's words silenced everyone in the room. I felt an unprecedented sense of despair.

Gordon's words were harsh, but he continued, "When you first did the hypnosis and were informed of these drawbacks, they still wanted to proceed. The person who decided on this hypnosis for you didn't want you to remember everything from the past."

When Gordon said these words, my parents instantly appeared in my mind. Could it be that they didn't want me to remember everything from the past?

This thought caused an indescribable pain in my heart. Why did they do this? Why did they deprive me of the right to remember everything?

No wonder when I asked my mom about the old scar on my collarbone, her expression was somewhat uneasy, and there were loopholes in her explanation.

Seeing my distressed face, Archie was also unsettled. He then asked Gordon, "So, what would be the effect of the assistance you mentioned?"

After a moment of silence, Gordon

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said, "After administer acupuncture to controt her headaches, it will alleviate the pressure on her memory. Fewer memory fragments will suddenly flood her brain nerves. It's just a relief, not a cure,"

"Can you think of any other methods?" Ardie inquired.