Chapter 740 Embarrassment

Chapter 740 Embarrassment

Victor could only force down his anger. He whispered to Emily, "Emily, don't be scared, don't overthink it. I'll explain everything to you tonight, okay?"

Emily nodded, feeling hurt. She was upset that Victor had secrets he wasn't telling her.

He didn't let Emily go home first. He was worried she would overthink things.

"Can you all stop for a moment?"

Victor rubbed his forehead. "I'm very grateful that you came to see me, but I hope you won't show up in my life like this, okay?"

"When I recover my memory later, I'll come find you myself. Every time you suddenly appear, it disrupts my life. I don't like it."

Victor looked at Lucille, somewhat surprised.

From the conversation between Zachary and Lucille, he could tell they knew each other, and apparently he had known her when he was little too.

Please don't let this be some awkward childhood sweetheart situation.

Robert was about to say something, but Alice stopped him from speaking.

Zachary fell silent. After a long while, he said, "Alright, since you're physically fine, we'll leave first."

Lucille was still in shock. It wasn't until they were leaving that she turned around, asking with delight, "Are you Henry?"

"I'm not."

"Do you remember me?"

"I'm Lucille."

"I know!"

"You—"

"Can you let me rest for a bit? I'm tired."

Lucille looked at him, wanting to say more but holding back, finally choosing to stay quiet.

After the outsiders left, Victor finally had time to explain things to Emily.

He glossed over the past events. "I don't know if these things are true or not. I didn't tell you not to hide things from you, but because I didn't know how to explain. But don't worry, whether I recover my memory or not, you're my only choice."

"Trust me, I love you."

Victor comforted Emily until she fell asleep on the bed next to his.

He had reserved this whole hospital room, money wasn't an issue, so Emily could sleep on the bed.

After making sure Emily was asleep, Victor's expression turned completely dark.

Because when the taxi driver died and fell on him, Victor saw the driver's hateful eyes.

Those eyes looked at him like an enemy, eyes filled with extreme hatred.

This was very wrong. In other words, he shouldn't have looked at him like that, shouldn't have hated him so much!

And before he died, his lips moved, saying something. He couldn't get it out because he was dying, but Victor could roughly read what he was saying.

He said: Devil

Why did he say that?

Because he saw his diary?

No! It wasn't just that. Victor felt the driver must have had special feelings toward him.

The driver might have even known him.

And this was very strange.

Why would the driver know him?

This didn't make sense, wasn't reasonable. How could someone at his level have a friend who drove taxis?

Also, the timing of Zara's appearance was too strange.

She had issues, that was beyond doubt—a psychological illness.

There's a type of person in this world who naturally enjoys torturing animals and lacks necessary emotions. These people are potential murderers.

They just need a trigger.

Victor didn't think he was that kind of person, but if he looked at himself from a god's-eye view, he would find that he was exactly that kind of person.

And the facts proved he had indeed killed people.

Also, since coming to Azure Bay, everyone he met seemed abnormal.

All of this was like a huge net, trapping him tightly inside.

Victor felt he was about to touch a key clue. Behind all this, there must be some unknown conspiracy, and he was almost there.

At this moment, the hospital room door opened. It was Barbara and Blake bringing him food they had prepared.

Seeing this, honestly, Victor was touched.

Barbara fussed over him, which made Victor feel that his current parents were better.

Blake spoke in a low voice, "You've been lying in this hospital bed for almost five days. Aren't you bored? I can wheel you out for a walk."

Barbara snorted, "What for? Victor hasn't eaten yet."

Honestly, Blake's suggestion hit the spot.

Although he was someone who preferred staying at home, that didn't mean he didn't like exercise—he just didn't socialize much.

Staying in the hospital room all day, he really couldn't take it anymore.

Even though he just woke up today, that mental exhaustion was still unavoidable.

"Mom, honestly I'm not that hungry right now. I really do want to go out for a bit."

Barbara rolled her eyes at him. "You and your dad are both sick. It's late at night, it's windy and cold outside, and you still want to go down?"

Victor smiled. "Mom, I just feel a bit suffocated staying here. How about we do the discharge paperwork tomorrow and go home? I don't like the hospital atmosphere."

"Nonsense! You got stabbed and shot. It's not the best time to discharge yet. You stay put in the hospital."

Barbara thought for a moment. "Fine, since you're not hungry, let your dad take you down for a walk. Dress warmly, don't catch a cold."

She helped Victor put on his coat, then Blake picked Victor up, placed him in the wheelchair, and pushed him out.

Barbara woke Emily up, and the two of them ate.

Victor watched Blake pick him up, looking at his profile, feeling somewhat emotional.

Blake was the type who looked refined when smiling but commanding when serious. This special quality became more pronounced with age.

Blake was fifty-three this year, still so fit, carrying him effortlessly.

Wait!

Age?

Age?

Victor finally realized the key clue.

Blake was 53, almost the same height as him, also over 6 feet 3.

Of course, these weren't the key points. Victor exercised regularly and cared a lot about his physique, so his weight was around 190 pounds.

Actually, for a man around 6 feet 3, 190 pounds wasn't fat, even a bit thin, given his height.

And Blake could pick him up in one go without any assistance.

What did this mean?

He knew Blake, like him, paid attention to exercise, and with money being no issue at home, he took care of his health, so he didn't actually look his age.

Someone might believe he was thirty-seven or thirty-eight.

He had suspected Blake before, but never thought in this direction.

Now thinking about it, Blake was a psychologist, physically strong, similar build to him, combined with some scattered memories he had recovered.

No, he shouldn't say "recovered memories," because those were Henry's memories, not his.

He could remember them probably because as Henry's personality awakened, those sealed memories would slowly awaken too.

Combined with his reluctance to go home, it might be that in Henry's personality, he was afraid of Blake.