"Charlotte." Caroline took my hand and asked sincerely, "Can you tell me what happened in the past three years?"
"Do you want to know about it?"
I looked at her suspiciously.
I wondered if she was sincere or she was trying to trick me...
"Yes, I want to know about it!" Caroline pulled me, acting like a good sister to me previously. Then she said, "I asked my mother and dad. But they refused to tell me. They just said that I didn't marry Mr. Cowell..."
In fact, the current Caroline was more like a good sister to me.
She probably indeed had lost her memory.
Or her acting skills probably were better than that before.
I pondered on it for a moment and asked her, "Then tell me first, why do you think you will marry Patrick? After all, you haven't known each other for a long time before you get married."
"We... We've known each other since our childhood!"
Caroline looked at me innocently.
"Did you know each other ever since your childhood? How come I don't know about it? Tell me the details."
I wanted to know why on earth Patrick and Caroline had to be entangled with each other.
Caroline seemed to be overwelmed by my question.
She looked at me with a blank look in her eyes as if she was thinking about something.
But soon she squatted down in pain, "My head hurts... It hurts so much..."
"Are you okay?"
I squatted down to see if she was pretending.
Caroline's eyes were full of tears. She covered her head with her hands. And as her body seemed to be still trembling, she looked very painful.
I disregard whether she wa pretending or not...
I called the ambulance.
While we were waiting for the ambulance, Raina came out. When she saw Caroline, she said directly, "Charlotte Archer, isn't she the wife of Mr. Cowell, your sister?" ’Huh?" As soon as she said that, Caroline, who was still in pain previously, suddenly raised her head.
She grabbed her and asked, "What did you just say? Who is the wife of Mr. Cowell?"
Her eyes were full of tears.
Her grabbing startled Raina as well. She looked at Caroline and then at me as if she had seen a ghost, "Mr., Mr. Cowell..."
"Which Mr. Cowell?"
"Patrick Cowell."
After Raina finished speaking, she, who was scared, ran away.
Caroline covered her head with one hand as she looked at me, "She, she just said that I was Mr. Cowell's wife. Why did you lie to me?"
I said calmly, "She's lying to you."
I said calmly.
"No... no, you surely are lying to me. You all are lying to me! Why are you lying to me?"
Besides tears, there was uneasiness in Caroline's eyes.
There were also doubts.
Judging from her look, I knew that she didn't look like to be pretending at all.
I was a little confused for a moment. When she grabbed me, her hands were still shaking. And the look on her face indicated that she was in pain. It seemed that her head still ached.
At this time, the ambulance came.
A doctor got out of the ambulance and asked me about the situation. I gave him the address of Holy Spirit Hospital and left.
I went to a construction site.
That evening, Patrick drove the driver's car to pick me up.
In the car, I couldn't help telling him what had happened that afternoon.
Hearing my words, Patrick was silent for a while. Only then did he say, "When it comes to this matter, we can only wait and see how its situation will change. I also consulted some psychologists. According to them, Caroline is suffering selective amnesia."
After that, Patrick told me what the psychologists had said.
Roughly speaking, Caroline not only lost her memory, but also changed the root of all the mistakes she had ascertained based on her ideal thinking, transforming it into new memory.
After hearing him out, I couldn't come to my senses for a moment.
"Can she still do that?" I looked at Patrick suspiciously, "So is her current behavior a fake act or not?"
"I don't know. According to the doctor, some people will change their character after they lose their memory."
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