Chapter 391: Don’t Say Silly Things

The warmth in the hospital room was still flowing gently when the attending physician pushed the door open.

After a detailed and professional examination, the doctor looked at the family members gathered around the hospital bed and gave them a solemn instruction.

"The patient needs absolute bed rest right now. It’s not advisable to have too many people in the room. It can get noisy, which will affect his rest, and it also increases the risk of infection."

"From now on, just one family member should stay to accompany him. The rest of you can take turns visiting, but please don’t linger in a group for long periods."

As soon as he said this, the Lancasters all nodded. They understood the doctor was thinking of Adrian Lancaster’s recovery, and despite their deep concern, they were willing to follow his medical advice.

On the bed, Adrian Lancaster’s previously calm eyes were suddenly tinged with a subtle panic.

He instinctively tightened his grip on Wren Sutton’s hand, his thumb stroking the back of it. The pressure wasn’t heavy, but it was filled with utter dependence and reluctance, as if he were clinging to his only anchor in the world.

He looked up at her, and though he said nothing, his eyes clearly conveyed his feelings.

He wanted Wren Sutton to stay. He only wanted her to stay.

Wren Sutton understood what was on Adrian Lancaster’s mind.

Her heart softened. She gently wrapped her hand around his cool one, her eyes curving into a gentle arc.

"I’m not leaving. I’ll stay with you."

Wren Sutton was already worried about Adrian Lancaster. Now that he was so dependent on her, she was more than willing to stay and watch over him, refusing to leave his side for a moment.

The Lancasters watched this scene unfold, understanding completely. No one objected.

They all knew that in Adrian Lancaster’s heart, Wren Sutton was the most special, most indispensable person. Having her by his side would put him at ease and be more conducive to his recovery.

Claire Sterling was the first to speak, her tone gentle. "Wren, you stay and keep Adrian company. I’ll go home and have someone prepare some nutritious meals. I’ll be back later. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Theodore Lancaster also made thoughtful arrangements. "A professional caregiver will be here shortly. If you need anything done, just ask the caregiver. Don’t wear yourself out."

Wren Sutton nodded, grateful for her family’s understanding and care.

Afterward, the Lancasters reluctantly turned and left one by one.

The room instantly fell quiet, leaving only Wren Sutton and Adrian Lancaster.

Wren Sutton moved her chair closer, sitting right beside the bed.

They looked at each other, and a sweet smile touched her lips.

"Are you tired? If you are, sleep for a while. Don’t force yourself to stay awake. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here watching over you, so rest easy."

Adrian Lancaster shook his head, his gaze glued to Wren Sutton, unwilling to look away for even a second.

Although he couldn’t remember his family, he remembered the car accident.

From the moment the crash happened until he lost consciousness, the last image frozen in Adrian Lancaster’s mind was of Wren Sutton’s terrified expression.

That worry was branded deep in his heart, impossible to shake off, even while he was unconscious.

Adrian Lancaster struggled to prop himself up, wanting to get closer to Wren Sutton, but he accidentally pulled at his wounds and couldn’t help but hiss in pain.

Seeing his face turn pale and a thin layer of sweat bead on his forehead, Wren Sutton quickly reached out to support his back, helping him lean back comfortably.

"Don’t move around. You’ll hurt your wounds. Whatever you want to say, you can say it lying down."

Ignoring his own pain completely, Adrian Lancaster reached out and gently caressed Wren Sutton’s cheek. His cool fingertips traced the lines of her brows and eyes.

"Honey, were you hurt? Does it hurt anywhere?"

The man’s hoarse voice was laced with the weakness of his illness. He spoke every word slowly and earnestly, his tone filled with anxious concern.

’He just cheated death and got out of the ICU with fragmented memories, yet he was still worried about whether his wife was hurt, still concerned about her pain.’

Wren Sutton’s heart jolted, and her eyes instantly welled up with hot tears, which swirled but didn’t fall.

She quickly grabbed Adrian Lancaster’s hand, pressed her cheek into his palm, and gently shook her head, her voice choked but tender.

"I’m fine. I wasn’t hurt at all. Owen and Nina are fine, too. Don’t worry."

Adrian Lancaster let out a sigh of relief. "As long as you and the children are okay. I was so afraid I hadn’t protected you."

Wren Sutton sniffled. "It’s because you protected us that the children and I are completely unharmed."

"And because of that, you were injured so badly and suffered so much. Adrian Lancaster, you saved me and our two children."

Adrian Lancaster felt that everything he did was what he was supposed to do.

"I’m your husband, and I’m Owen and Nina’s father. Protecting you in a crisis is my duty and my obligation."

His tone was extremely serious. He paused for a moment.

"If there’s ever a next time, I’ll still protect you and the kids without a second thought, I’ll throw myself in harm’s way..."

"Don’t say such foolish things."

Wren Sutton immediately cut Adrian Lancaster off, raising her hand to cover his mouth as she shook her head repeatedly.

"There won’t be a next time. Nothing bad like that will ever happen again. Our family is going to live a long, safe, and happy life together. No one is allowed to have any accidents."

Adrian Lancaster looked into his wife’s tear-filled eyes. He squeezed her hand and placed it over his heart, letting her feel his heartbeat.

"Honey, what I mean is, no matter when, no matter what happens, I will always stand in front of you and the children. I won’t let you get hurt in the slightest. That’s my promise to you, and it’s good for a lifetime."

There were no flowery words, but every sentence was filled with the deepest love and commitment.

Wren Sutton nodded through her tears. "I know. I’ve always known."

His heart ached for her. He laboriously lifted his hand and used his fingertips to gently wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. His movements were incredibly gentle, his gaze filled with tenderness.

He moved closer, pressing his forehead against Wren Sutton’s. Their breaths mingled. Even though they couldn’t embrace tightly, being this close was the most reassuring warmth.

"When I get better, I’ll never let you be sad again, and I’ll never let you be scared again."

Wren Sutton was already more than content. She hugged Adrian Lancaster tightly.

"I believe you."

...

「Meanwhile, in the doctor’s office.」

The atmosphere was quiet. The cold, white light of the fluorescent lamp fell on Theodore Lancaster’s tense face.

Unable to contain his anxiety, he took the initiative to ask the doctor about his son’s amnesia.

"Doctor, my son only recognizes his wife and children. He doesn’t remember any other family members at all. What’s the reason for this? Can he recover?"

The attending physician closed the medical file and took off his glasses to wipe them gently, his expression calm.

"Young Master Lancaster is suffering from selective retrograde amnesia caused by severe head trauma. This is a normal post-traumatic complication."

"The brain instinctively filters and protects itself, prioritizing the deepest and most cherished emotional memories—in this case, his wife and children."

"As for other memories, such as family ties, business matters, and past trivialities, they haven’t disappeared. They’ve simply been temporarily suppressed and sealed away by the brain to reduce the mental shock of the trauma."

"You can rest assured. The test results show no irreversible organic damage to Young Master Lancaster’s cranial nerves or brain tissue. The memory is only temporarily blocked; it is not permanent amnesia."

"Later, as his body gradually recovers and his emotions stabilize, he can slowly return to a familiar environment. The family should be patient in accompanying and guiding him. Let nature take its course. Don’t deliberately push him. It’s highly likely that as his physical functions repair, he will recover the lost memories bit by bit."

"The most important thing at this stage is rest. Don’t deliberately force him to remember, and certainly don’t agitate him. You must let nature take its course. Emotional stability is more conducive to the slow repair of his brain functions."

The professional and thorough explanation soothed the anxiety and unease churning in Theodore Lancaster’s heart.

The tension in his shoulders slowly eased, and he gave the doctor a solemn nod.

"Thank you, Doctor. We appreciate all your hard work in treating him."

"You’re too kind, Mr. Lancaster."

Theodore Lancaster walked out of the office and headed for the top-floor VIP ward area.

He stood in the hallway, gazing at the room at the end of the corridor, his heart finally at ease.

This was the best possible outcome.

Compared to his memories, the most important thing was that his son was safely out of danger and could slowly recover.

’His memories might be temporarily absent, but as long as he’s here, as long as the family is with him, there will come a day when those lost pieces of the past are slowly found again.’

’Adrian, Dad believes in you.’