Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 368: If I’m Lying, I’m a Little Dog

Professor Harvey was shocked to hear Adrian Holt bring up the matter of the orphanage.

He was about to ask more when the person who had been lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The man abruptly sat up from the bed, his delicate face completely pale.

He was panting heavily, and the sense of powerlessness that he felt when he saw those visions was also surging back.

"Second Young Master, are you okay?"

Seeing Adrian Holt’s bloodless face and forehead covered in a thin sweat, Professor Harvey thought his hypnosis had gone awry.

Hearing his voice, Adrian Holt slowly came back to his senses and looked up at him.

"I’m fine, what just happened?"

Professor Harvey shook his head gravely, "I’m not very sure either, maybe you are very resistant to that part of your memory?"

Adrian Holt furrowed his brows and asked, "Didn’t you say you would help me recover my previous memories? Then why were the latter parts all about recalling memories that were forcefully imposed?"

"This... Perhaps some confusion of memories occurred during the hypnosis, but luckily you’re fine."

He had warned before that attempting to restore memories this way came with certain risks.

Adrian Holt nodded in acknowledgment and said nothing more, "Let’s go out now; don’t keep them waiting anxiously."

His heart felt empty now, as if a piece of it had been carved out.

He was desperate to see Serena Summers and take her into his arms.

Only then would it feel like his heart had found its place.

"Okay, can you get out of bed? Or should I let them come in?" Professor Harvey looked at Adrian Holt with concern.

Adrian Holt propped himself up on the bed and struggled to his feet, "I’m fine, let’s go out together."

Professor Harvey wanted to support him, but Adrian Holt avoided him and slowly walked towards the door by himself.

Serena Summers and Master Shaw had been standing at the door waiting, and seeing his pale complexion, they instantly panicked.

"What happened? Was the treatment not successful?"

"Adrian, are you okay?"

Serena quickly stepped forward, supporting the other arm of his, her eyes full of concern.

"It’s nothing, I’m fine."

Adrian Holt forced a faint smile and stretched out his arm to pull her tightly into his embrace.

Smelling the familiar delicate fragrance coming from her, the tension in Adrian Holt’s heart finally eased.

With a frown, Serena gently patted his back, "Why was the treatment process so painful? If it’s too much, we don’t have to continue."

She couldn’t bear to see him in such pain.

Hearing this, Adrian Holt chuckled, slowly letting her go.

He looked down to meet a pair of red eyes brimming with glistening tears.

"It was just a bit of a bad dream, really, it’s nothing."

He gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with the tip of his finger, his movement extremely tender, a trace of a smile in his eyes.

"There’s also not been a complete lack of progress, Mr. Holt has remembered a few fragments from his childhood, which is a good sign," Professor Harvey added.

Master Shaw’s eyes filled with tears as he grasped Adrian Holt’s hand, nodding excitedly.

"Good, good! All our efforts have not been in vain."

"Yes, Grandfather, I’m sorry to have worried you," Adrian Holt replied, gripping Master Shaw’s hand.

He had no memory of the time he had spent living with the Shaw Family before, and even though he had come to see them as family in his heart, there was still a certain lack of feeling.

But just now, he had remembered some things from his childhood.

And he now believed even more firmly that he was indeed Lucas Shaw.

Feeling even closer to Master Shaw now, there was a renewed sense of kinship in his heart.

"As long as you understand. Try not to cause any more trouble in the future, I can’t take another occurrence like this at my age," Master Shaw said.

"Alright, it won’t happen again."

Master Shaw waved his hand in disgust and started walking towards the staircase, leaning on his cane.

"Professor Harvey, let me see you out. You’ve had a long day as well."

Professor Harvey’s gaze lingered on Adrian Holt and Serena Summers for a moment, immediately understanding the old man’s intent.

He quickly picked up his toolbox and followed.

After the two left, only Serena Summers and Adrian Holt remained in the room.

Face to face, Serena’s eyes were red and teary, the shimmering tears at the corners of her eyes made her look particularly pitiable.

Adrian Holt pulled her into his embrace, one arm wrapped around her slender and soft waist, and he slowly bent down to kiss the corner of her eyes.

"Silly, why cry? Your husband is right here, safe and sound."

"It still hurts a little."

Serena knew that Adrian Holt had always been avoiding his memories, which meant that those forcibly instilled in him must be painful.

To completely heal, it was necessary to confront those memories head-on.

This must be a very painful thing for Adrian Holt.

Surprised by her sensitivity, Adrian’s body suddenly tensed upon hearing Serena’s words.

He took Serena back to their room and casually closed the door behind them.

"Since I already know it’s fake, I don’t care about it that much anymore."

Before meeting Serena, those memories indeed brought him unbearable pain.

But he had found his salvation in her, and those so-called pains were no longer that significant.

"You’re lying. I’ve looked up relevant information. Memories altered by hypnosis can be almost indistinguishable from real ones; they can make one feel as if they truly lived through them."

"I’m not lying. If I lie, I’m a little dog."

Adrian Holt leaned down, his forehead touching hers, gently rubbing her nose with his.

In truth, until today, he had always felt those memories were too real.

But just now, while under hypnosis-induced sleep, he had observed two childhood memories carefully, adopting the perspective of a bystander.

What’s fake is fake; there would always be some flaws.

Though Mason Parker had been lurking in the Shaw Family for over a decade, he still didn’t understand him enough.

Adrian had his own pride deep down; he wouldn’t lie just because he was taken in by someone.

If he were bullied, he would never curl up and endure in silence.

He would... fight back without hesitation.

Even if he ended up battered and bruised, as long as he had a breath left in him, he would return the punches.

Being involved, he initially never questioned the authenticity of those memories.

But when he stepped back to consider them from an onlooker’s perspective, the flaws were easy to spot.

The memories they fabricated for him were almost flawless, but they still overlooked the fierceness in his bones.

Serena was being held by him, her brows tightly knitted, and her heart couldn’t help but hang in suspense.

Not until she heard the man’s deep voice tinged with a hint of a smile.

"Do you want to know what those forcefully implanted memories are like?"

"Yes."

Serena nodded, looking earnestly at him.

She wanted to understand everything about Adrian Holt, even if those memories were fake.

"Alright, I’ll tell you," Adrian Holt said as he took Serena’s wrist and walked toward the sofa.

The two nestled on the sofa, Adrian’s arm tightly around Serena’s shoulders, as he began to reminisce about the past.