Chapter 160: Chapter 160



In the village on the outskirts of City B, there were rows of latticework on the hillside with vines hanging lengthwise. The leaves that used to be green in the summer had already turned yellow and the fruitful appearance had ceased to exist.

Down from the vineyard, there was a small two-story building with a small courtyard enclosed by a white picket fence.

Clean and elegant, suitable for promoting physical and mental healing.

In the bedroom on the second floor, there was a medium-sized wooden bed on which lay an unconscious woman. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and soon she opened her eyes slowly.

Everything she saw was strange. Her heart constricted nervously.

Someone had sent her a message mentioning Samuel and Simona. She feared that the other party was going to threaten her children, so she took the initiative to contact the person who had sent her the message.

The other party asked him to meet at a rental house….

“This drug can damage the nerves in people’s brains. After the injection it will cause hallucinations and memory confusion.”

A male voice suddenly reached her ears. She turned her head toward the source of the sound. Through the curtains she could vaguely see two figures standing on the balcony. Judging by their height and voices, they were both men.

She pulled the sheets tightly under her body. Who were they and what did they want to do?

On the second floor balcony was a man with a doctor in a white coat.

Sampson was looking at the hillside not far away, his gaze distant and a little confused.

The doctor saw him hesitate and said, “If you want me to forget the past, is this the only way?”

Sampson was silent for a moment and then, as if he had made up his mind, he said.

“All right, give him the injection.”

This voice…

Then the two figures moved and opened the balcony door to enter the room.

Dolores had no time to think, she closed her eyes quickly pretending to be asleep.

Her hands under the bedspread were still shaking.

Did they just say the injection was for her?

After the injection will her memory become confused and even forget the previous events?

No! She must not lose her memory.

She felt someone rubbing her arm with alcohol?

The fear grew deeper and deeper until he snapped his eyes open. What caught his attention was a familiar face with complicated expressions.

Sampson.

Wasn’t he in jail?

Why was he here?

He had too many questions, but he couldn’t ask.

What she had to do now was not be injected.

Sampson hadn’t expected her to wake up so suddenly, he was speechless.

“Lola…”

She looked at the man standing next to her with a syringe in his hand, her hands clenched in fear as she looked at them in horror, “Who are you?”

Sampson was taken aback, “Lola, it’s me.”

“You… You know me?” Dolores curled up on the bed defensively.

Sampson looked questioningly at the doctor.

How had she lost her memory before the medicine was injected?

The doctor didn’t know what was wrong either, “I have to examine her to find out.”

Sampson bent down and looked at Dolores, “You don’t remember me?”.

Dolores was startled, “Who are you, do you know me?”

“I know you. We are very close friends, have you forgotten?”

Dolores shook her head, pretending not to remember, “I don’t remember!”.

Sampson reached out to smooth her disheveled hair, “Don’t be afraid, I’m your relative. You’ve hurt yourself, can you let the doctor check you out?”.

Dolores turned her head away from his touch, obviously avoiding him.

Sampson’s hand paused in the air and continued to coax, “Lola, I’m your relative, why won’t you let me touch you? You used to pay so much attention to me. Be a good girl and let the doctor check you out.”

He dropped his hand and stroked her hair.

Dolores just felt extremely horrified.

She couldn’t stop trembling, “You…. Are you really my relative?”

“Yes.” Sampson said in the affirmative.

Dolores opened her eyes roundly, looking like an innocent doe. Then she relaxed a little, “Then hurry up.”

Seeing that she agreed, Sampson smiled, “It’ll soon get better.” He helped Dolores’ arm, “Be good now. Lie down so the doctor can check you over.”

He gave the doctor a meaningful look, indicating that whether Dolores had lost her memory or not, he should inject her with the medicine.

Dolores lay down. The doctor asked her with gestures if he could give her an injection.

She quickly pushed him away and replied, “I don’t want an injection.”

The syringe fell to the floor and rolled to Sampson’s feet. He looked at Dolores, “You’re sick. How are you going to get better without an injection?”.

Dolores turned to get out of bed and distanced herself from them, resolutely refraining from getting an injection, “I don’t want an injection, it hurts! I don’t want an injection.”

“Lola…”

“I don’t want it.” She stomped back onto the floor barefoot and hid in a corner, cold and shivering, “I don’t want an injection.”

She was too agitated, the only way to make her cooperate was by force.

The doctor looked at Sampson, “Can you hold her down?”.

Sampson bent down to pick up the syringe from the floor and then looked at her, “Can a person lose their memory for no reason?”.

He didn’t know if Dolores’ ‘memory loss’ was real or fake.

The doctor pondered for a moment, “There can be memory loss with extreme annoying stimulation. For example, I have seen a patient before, an excellent student all through elementary and high school. Everyone said he was going to get into the best universities, but he was unable to get into even a second-rate university. Unable to accept that situation, he lost his mind.”

Saying this, he looked at Sampson: “You are also a doctor at heart, you should know that people’s tolerance is limited. If something is more stimulating to your brain than your tolerance level, there might be amnesia, but it is not stable. Memories might not come back in a lifetime or they might come back in a week.”

“I see. You can leave for the day. I’ll call you if I need you to do anything.” Sampson handed him the syringe.

The doctor took one and hesitated for a while before asking, “Are you sure you don’t want to be injected?”

Sampson hesitated and then nodded.

The doctor put the syringe back in the medicine cabinet, “Okay, I’m leaving now. Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

The doctor took one last look at Dolores, who was hiding in a corner, and closed the door behind him.

Dolores’ heart suddenly skipped a beat. When the door closed, she became more attentive.

“Look, the doctor is gone. The injection is gone.” Sampson moved with light steps and leaned toward her as he spoke.

“Don’t…don’t come any closer.” Dolores was very nervous.

She had too many questions. How had she gotten here and how could Sampson be here?

Was this a conspiracy between him and Maria?

She had found Maria at the rental house.

He still remembered clearly the shock of seeing Maria there.

“You’re surprised to see me here, aren’t you, and how do I know what happened to you before?”

She had known everything, and seemed too sure of her words and actions.

Dolores had been startled and had asked her, “How do you know all that about me, and in such detail?”

What part had she played in that incident six years ago?

“Haha…” Maria had burst out laughing, “How do I know, because I was the one who paid you to sell your body.”

Her ghastly laughter sounded even more horrible in a dimly lit rental house.

Maria fell into the abyss, her mind reeling. Maria paid him the money that night.

So who was the man that night?

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