Marcus and Sophia had known each other since they were knee-high to a grasshopper. They were childhood sweethearts, promised to each other from a young age.
Before the car accident, they had been married for a year. Sophia had given birth to their son, Tristan.
That was all Marcus knew. All the memory he had left after awakening from a coma that lasted three years. Despite medical intervention, his memory hadnât returned, and his legs were declared likely irreparable by the doctors.
A warm bath did not alleviate his exhaustion but instead induced a state of haziness.
Just then, a knock echoed from the bathroom door. Sophiaâs voice drifted in from the other side.
âMarcus, do you need a hand? Iâm worried you might slipâ¦
âIâm fine. Just watch over Tristan.â
Sophia hesitated at the locked door as her brow furrowed in concern. She had specifically asked him not to lock the door, and yetâ¦
âAlright, just call me when youâre done. Iâll help you dry your hairâ.
âAlright.â
When she exited the bathroom, a sense of disappointment washed over her as she saw Tristan remove his Batman mask, revealing his true face.
The boy was the spitting image of his father, down to the slightest detail.
After remembering her encounter with Ellinor outside, she felt a shiver run down her spine. Thank God Tristan was wearing his mask; otherwise, Ellinor would surely have recognized him.
âHey! Iâm hungry! I want food!â
With a scowl on his face, Tristan addressed Sophia.
Snapping back to reality, Sophia managed to summon a hint of disapproval. âTristan how many times do I have to tell you? Donât call me by saying âHey.â You should be saying âMommy.â
Tristanâs face held none of the innocence of a child. He pouted. âIâm hungry! I want food!â
Feeling helpless, Sophia let out a sigh. âAlright, alright! Letâs get you something to eat. Iâll order room service right away.â
With that, she picked up the hotel phone and dialed room service, requesting they deliver some kid-
friendly meals.
After hanging up, Sophia cast a glance at Tristan, who was engrossed with his balloon, her mind filled with mixed emotions.
Truth be told, she didnât love this child. After all, she wasnât his biological mother.
She had only adopted Tristan out of fear that one day he might become a trump card in Ellinorâs hands.
Bringing Tristan home was meant to eliminate any potential threat. The initial plan was to send him away after a while, and then she and Theo would have their own children.
But things didnât go as planned.
After Theo had been severely punished by his father, Sophia sought the help of a renowned foreign hypnotist to keep him by her side.
Theo was not an ordinary man. His willpower far surpassed that of the average person. The hypnotist had to invest a lot of energy to successfully erase Theoâs memory.
At first, she suspected that Theo was pretending to have amnesia, waiting for an opportunity to escape.
So, she deliberately fed him muscle-damaging drugs to slow down the healing process of his legs. This would buy the hypnotist more time to reinforce the hypnosis.
Little did she know that not only would the hypnosis work, but Theo would also lose the ability to walk, let alone perform marital duties.
Unable to be intimate, there was no chance of having another child.