The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 405

So it went, the island's doctor came by daily to inject Hector with a novel synthetic toxin, and, incredibly, Hector's complexion began to improve day by day, slowly regaining the hue of the living.

As the days turned into over a month, Hector, who had been steeped in a deep coma, finally opened his eyes. He looked around in confusion, finding himself in an utterly unfamiliar place. His mind was as blank as an untouched canvas. This realization sent waves of fear crashing through Hector. Panicked, he turned to the man in the white coat and asked, "Who am I? Where is this place?"

The doctor didn't answer. Instead, he took a syringe and pressed its sharp needle into Hector's arm, continuing with the injections.

Dizziness swamped Hector's mind, leaving him too weak to resist the doctor's actions. Then, he noticed that with each push of the medication, he was slowly regaining his strength.

"You're awake? Oh my goodness, this is just fantastic!" Helen rushed in as soon as she heard the news of Hector's awakening.

Her voice was sweet and delicate, and something about it felt reassuring to Hector, resonating with a voice buried deep within his own heart.

Looking at the unfamiliar Helen, Hector asked, "Where am I? Who are you? And who am I?"

Helen gazed at Hector with a look of intoxication. His bright eyes were confirming to her that she had indeed stumbled upon a treasure. Clapping her hands joyfully, she approached Hector and said, "This is a private island, my family's. Every blade of grass, and every tree belongs to us, and that includes you. I'm Helen, the island owner's daughter, and you... you're my manservant, John."

Since Helen had found Hector washed up on the shore and didn't know his real name, she casually bestowed upon him the new name, John. The doctor had previously told her that the synthetic toxin would erase all past memories of the injected person. For Helen, wanting a devoted manservant without a past was a stroke of luck.

"John? Is that my name?" Hector asked doubtfully, feeling deep down that the girl's words were not the truth.

Helen nodded firmly. "Yes, you are a manservant my daddy bought for me. If it weren't for him, you'd be dead by now. Now, you must cooperate with the treatment so that you can recover swiftly and then be able to protect me better."

"Is that so?" Hector questioned as he glanced at his emaciated arm. "Do I really have the strength to protect you?"

Helen wasn't worried at all. "Don't fret. Even if you have forgotten any combat skills from before, my daddy can quickly train you into a top-notch assassin."

This was a complete fabrication on Helen's part, as she had no idea whether Hector knew how to fight. However, turning Hector into an assassin was indeed a simple task for her father, who had the means to do so.

Hearing Helen's words, Hector was skeptical. Yet, her voice brought him an inexplicable sense of peace, and he tentatively accepted her version of events, beginning to cooperate with the doctor's examinations.

Hector's recovery was rapid. In just a month, he had completed his convalescence, and his body was restored to the vigor of an ordinary person.

Jackson, who had been closely monitoring Hector, noted his daughter’s desire to have this man as her personal protector. If Helen wanted this stranger to be her manservant, then he would ensure Hector became strong enough to fulfill that role.

After his recovery, Hector became quite detached. His gaze was icy and ruthless; he never spoke to anyone except for Helen. When idle, he liked to sit atop the highest rock on the island, silently watching the ebb and flow of the tide, lost in thoughts he didn't understand, and content to gaze at the water without another care in the world.

"John, come with me."