"Don't you remember what happened that night?" Aaron asked, surprised.
He glanced at Bernard and recalled his decisive move.
"Bernard is really ruthless. He even treated his own woman so harshly. Did he hit her so hard that she lost her memory?" he thought.
Bernard remained silent.
"What happened?"
Hera followed Aaron's gaze to Bernard and noticed the bulge under his shirt sleeve. It looked like a bandage on his left arm. She frowned slightly.
Johnson saw Hera's confused reaction and realized she genuinely had no memory of that night.
Her symptoms seemed more severe than Bernard's past episodes. At least Bernard regained some fragmented memories after taking his medication. But Hera remembered nothing.
"Let's eat something first. Weren't you hungry?"
Bernard unpacked the thermos Aaron had brought, revealing a light, nutritious chicken soup.
Hera sensed something was off in their expressions. She instinctively knew that something else had happened while she was unconscious. However, she chose not to push further since they refused to discuss it.
She decided to fill her stomach first, as she hadn't eaten for days and was starving.
Hera reached out for the bowl in Bernard's hand, but he held it back, saying, "Since you're not feeling well, I'll feed you."
Hera remained silent, refusing the idea.
Bernard scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and brought it to Hera's lips.
"Here. Open wide."
Hera hesitated.
Sensing her hesitation, Bernard glanced between her lips and the spoon.
"Is the spoon too big? Should I find another way to feed you?"
Hera was caught off guard. Her intuition screamed that Bernard's alternative method was something she didn't want to experience, so she quickly opened her mouth.
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