Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 829: Memory Restoration

Chapter 829: Memory Restoration

Celia Wade listened, suddenly stupefied, and it took her a long time to ask dazedly, "You... you remembered?"

Is this what it means to recover one’s memory?

Jordy Wade nodded, and then he saw the tears that Celia Wade had been holding back in her eyes start to fall like a flood. He wanted to reach out and wipe them for her, but then thought it might be better to let her cry it out.

In the future, he would never let her cry again.

Actually, he wasn’t as exhausted as he appeared, and the anesthesia should have worn off shortly. Lying on the bed, perhaps because the blood clot was gone, he had a very long dream during the latter part of his sleep.

At the beginning of the dream, it was fragmented. He was sent to Fortstar Orphanage by Ellie Wilton. There was an additional scene compared to his previous memories—being led to the door of the orphanage by the dean. He twisted his small body around and called out to Ellie Wilton, "Mom, will you come to pick me up?"

"I will, once Mom has finished her business, I’ll come for you, Noah. Be good and listen to what the dean says, understand?" Ellie Wilton clearly didn’t want to leave him either. After he asked, she threw herself forward, hugging his small frame tightly in her arms.

He didn’t cry. Like a little man, he reassured Ellie Wilton that she could go attend to her affairs. He promised to stay at the orphanage and wait for her to come back for him.

He remembered that at that time, his surname was Wilton, and his name was Noah Wilton.

After Ellie Wilton left, he waited day by day. Half a year passed, and he still hadn’t seen Ellie Wilton come for him, until the day of his birthday.

Someone suggested a game of dress-up. He put on someone else’s clothes, and they all started playing hide-and-seek in the orphanage. Then he ran outside to find a hiding spot.

As soon as he ran outside, a person clad in black swooped down from nowhere and snatched him up.

He didn’t even have time to call for help before the person took him out of the orphanage.

The man—dressed in black clothes and black pants, wearing sunglasses even in the deep of night—was not gentle with him at all. Back then, he was just over four years old, quite small, and the man in black pinned him down with one arm.

They ran for quite a distance before the man put him down on the ground, surrounded by several black sedans. He knew he’d encountered bad people. He forced himself to stay calm; at the very least, he knew he couldn’t cry out in fear.

For a child to face such a situation and claim not to be scared would be a lie, but he knew he had to feign calmness, even if it was just a pretense.

A man got out of the car and, seeing his relatively calm demeanor, clapped his hands in admiration and said, "I never expected James Parker’s offspring to have such a backbone."

Later, he found out that he was wearing the clothes of a boy from the orphanage named Mason Parker. The man in black hadn’t looked at his face; he’d simply grabbed him based on the clothes he was wearing.

He truly hadn’t expected such a mix-up to save his life.

At that time, he didn’t speak. The man walked up to him, lifted his face, and then his own expression changed dramatically. He roared at the man in black, "Fuck, I told you to grab Mason Parker! Who the hell did you bring me?"

Though the clothes were correct (he had found out that Mason Parker was indeed wearing those clothes that morning), and the clothes were a birthday gift from James Parker to Mason Parker, the face wasn’t right. This little guy, he didn’t recognize.

"Take him back and grab the right one." The man didn’t know what had happened at the orphanage; why would Mason Parker’s clothes be on this little boy? But taking this little boy back wouldn’t threaten the person he wanted to threaten.

"Understood—" the man in black immediately acknowledged the order.

He was picked up by one hand again, as if he was nothing more than a small chicken.

This to-and-fro delay lasted nearly two hours. The man in black was about to return him to the orphanage when he saw that it was already ablaze, the fire painting half the sky red with its ferocity.

Fire trucks were already on the scene, and police officers had arrived to assist in the rescue, but the fire was too intense to be controlled. He seemed to still hear the agonizing screams of the children trapped inside, who couldn’t bear the pain.

Some were rescued, but soon fell silent in their groaning, and he later heard that some had died on the way to the Hospital. In the end, everyone in the orphanage—including the teachers and children—died, except for the dean who wasn’t there that day.