Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 338

I sat down slowly and leaned against the wall.

Peter wanted me to get close to Michael.

He wanted me to deceive myself and get Michael to fall in love and marry me.

He wanted Michael to become an obedient puppet.

"Is it so that he can control the Ford Group?" I thought.

The Ford Group was involved in pretty standard industries. Those included real estate, medical equipment, domestic trade, and international trade. I couldn't work out what Peter wanted to gain through Michael. He was just a doctor, after all.

"Stephanie, you have to climb the corporate ladder to avoid being stepped on all the time. It's the only way you can break free from all of this…"

Peter's voice repeated like a mantra in my head, as if it was echoing in my ears.

He was a lunatic and might have been a devil in disguise.

I was almost certain that he had something to do with my amnesia.

"Is it possible that a person can forget certain memories if they were in a car accident and were subjected to hypnosis, medication, or other therapeutic methods? Could false memories be implanted through hypnosis by another person after that?" I asked in a whisper.

I was starting to seriously doubt that Michael was the man I had loved for ten whole years. Peter might have deliberately misled me to believe that about myself.

He might have taken advantage of the fact that I had amnesia to mislead me, causing me to have false memories about myself.

"It's possible," Zion said. His expression turned grave as he continued, "There was a case where someone was incited to murder someone else three years ago. A psychiatrist had incited his patient to commit murder on his behalf."

The psychiatrist in question hypnotized his patient, who already had psychological issues to begin with. He transferred his hatred toward the victims onto his patient, causing the patient to feel the same anger and hatred he felt toward the victim.

The patient ended up having delusions that the victim had deliberately hurt him and his family in the same way, which led the patient to stab the victim to death in public impulsively.

I sat there without saying a word.

There was something off about Peter. I was almost sure of it.

Michael turned out to be just another pawn on the chessboard. He was not the one playing chess.