My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 How Can This Memory Go Backward? Drip, drip, drip. It was so quiet around her that the only sound that she could hear was the steady drip of the intravenous drip. Freya moved her fingers and slowly opened her eyes. Turning her head, she saw a man dozing off by her bedside. Just as she was about to get up, she realized that her body hurt so much that she couldn’t move. In a weak voice, she called out, “Brax…” Braxton Kaufmann was half-asleep. Startled by her voice, his hand slipped off his chin and he staggered. Blinking, he saw that Freya was awake. His tone was not great, but he couldn’t hide his concern. “Are you awake?” “Brax…” Freya mumbled as she was in unbearable pain. Braxton was taken aback for a moment. He felt that something was wrong with Freya. Since she married Radley two years ago, she had rarely returned home, and he always felt that he had become estranged from his sister, but now… Freya coughed, feeling her throat was on fire. “I want to drink some water.”

Braxton wanted to say something, but when he heard that she was thirsty, he immediately got up to pour her a glass of water. He then carefully helped her to sit up. “You’re lucky. You don’t have any serious injuries even though you were hit by a car.” There were just some bruises and a few minor fractures. After taking a sip of water, Freya handed the glass of water back to Braxton. “Where’s Radley?” Braxton placed the glass on the nightstand. He crossed his arms and snorted. “The hospital said they called, but he didn’t answer.” Freya was a little confused. “Who’s that?” She thought for a moment. “Was he the one who brought me to the hospital today?” Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Now Braxton was confused. “Huh?” It took a while for him to regain his senses. “What do you mean? You don’t know who Radley is?” Seeing Freya shaking her head in complete puzzlement, Braxton jumped up from his chair and frantically pressed the call button beside the bed. Ten minutes later, the doctor finished examining her. “Although there are no serious injuries to her body, there is damage to her hippocampus and a segment of her memory is lost.” Braxton thanked the doctor and then turned to Freya. Moments later, he blurted out, “How old are you this year?” Freya looked confused. “23.” Braxton was stunned. What? How can her memories go back in time? But… Braxton’s eyes lit up. Now! This is the perfect opportunity for me to save my mentally-impaired little sister! He coughed and warned her solemnly, “The Radley I mentioned earlier is a sc*mbag. Radley Monaghan. Stay away from him. As far away as possible. Do you understand?” Freya nodded in confusion again. … Freya’s injuries had healed after a few days of hospital stay, and Braxton brought her back to the Kaufmann Residence. Although she had not returned home for two years, she ran into the house with familiarity as her memories were those of two years ago. Freya saw her mother watering the flowers in the garden. She went over and hugged her. “Mom, I’m back. Why didn’t you come to see me for the past few days?” Sylvia Marshall already knew about her daughter’s amnesia from her son. Although she missed her, she couldn’t bring herself to meet her. Thus she had been waiting for her at home. Until today, Freya was expected to come back. Sylvia, who didn’t want to go outside to water the flowers because of the winter cold, went to the garden early in the morning.

She watered the flowers absent-mindedly, and the servant beside her shouted, “Madam! Watch out. You’ll drown the flowers if you don’t stop watering them!” Now, as her daughter hugged her, Sylvia’s eyes turned red at once. She patted her daughter’s head and said, “It’s because your brother didn’t tell me.” Braxton was speechless. He was not going to take the blame for this. “Good girl. Go in first. Your favorite dessert is already prepared for you.” Freya cheered in joy and ran into the house. Sylvia’s gaze followed Freya’s disappearing figure, her heart heavy with a jumble of emotions. After a while, she turned to Braxton, her tone cold and stern. “Erase all of Frey’s medical records. Make sure that Radley cannot find her, and if possible, ensure that they never cross paths again in this lifetime!” “Yes, Mom.” Ten years ago, Dad passed away in an accident. It was Mom herself who raised and expanded the Kaufmanns’ business to regain its dignity. Now that she was not interested in worldly affairs, Braxton almost forgot that she was a resolute and unwavering woman who had built the Kaufmanns from scratch. With the family now complete, Braxton felt a sense of relief. Now, his little sister would no longer have anything to do with that sc*mbag. She was once again the little princess of the Kaufmann family.