"I was an ill-tempered boy when I was young. I had all sorts of mad ideas and aggressive urges, and with the things I did and thought back, then, I'd just look like a fool right now. You won't like me anymore if you saw."
After all, when he was ten or so, Aidan left the family. Losing his father, Robert had grown rebellious for a while.
He started trouble, started fights, taking out his temper on the whole world as if it owed him for it.
Back then, he was just an idiot, and even more idiotically, he'd recorded all those angry thoughts on his diary.
So Robert firmly refused to have Mrs. Simpson see those diaries.
He was sure that her impression of him would crumble once she saw those entries.
At least before his own wife, he was still a stand-up man. If she saw those diaries, she might just think of him as an impulsive, unreasonable moron.
And he couldn't have that.
"Then that diary should have cleared it all up if you haven't recalled your memories. Those entries should have recorded all your big events, I'm guessing."
Robert nodded with some difficulty.
"It goes all the way up to high school, and there weren't many entries after that. I'm guessing I turned normal at that time.
"I don't remember too much of the pat, but my personality hasn't changed, so looking at those things, I can mostly guess at what's happened. Do you really care that I haven't recalled my memories?"
The two laid in bed, in each other's embrace, and Robert asked curiously.
The one thing he minded the most was that he'd forgotten the memories of love the two shared, and he didn't know if his Mrs. Simpson minded it as well.
"It's also fine if you don't remember."
Georgia suddenly smiled.
"We can just be like this, spending every day happily. As for the past memories, let's just see what comes. I don't mind if you recalled them, and you don't have to force yourself, either. If you somehow remember one day, then fate had that in mind. We don't need to force anything to try to make you remember."
For herself, Georgia didn't mind Robert being unable to recall his past. After all, they were just as loving now.
Also, she wasn't sure how much nerve damage Robert had sustained.
If they tried to fix his memory, she was afraid it'd damage his body even more.
If that was the case, might as well go at it like this, and take things as they came.
The pair started chatting about when they were young, then eventually fell asleep.
That night, Jasper drank a glass of water as he usually did, then fell into an unusually deep sleep.
Outside the bedroom, the doctors, the nurses, and Jasper's parents Bailey and Elliot were waiting outside.
The nurses went in to confirm that Jasper had taken the sleeping drug, then several of them went in, dressed Jasper again, and put him on a stretcher.
Then the group rolled Jasper to the surgery room.
On the other end, Selena had gotten dressed and laid down on the bed, and the two were pushed into the operating theatre together.
Before they could go under, Elliot gripped Selena's hand.
"Your father and I will keep watch over you two outside. Jasper's just too stubborn, so we can only do this. I'm sorry, Selena. And I'm so grateful."
As Elliot said that, Selena was wheeled inside, and the door shut completely.
Elliot's face grew worrisome, and Bailey walked over, holding his wife's hand.
"The surgery isn't dangerous, so don't be too anxious. We'll just wait outside for the good news. The surgeons are the top experts of the world. It'll be fine."
"I'm not worried that the surgery will fail, dear, I'm just worried that Jasper's going to throw a fit tomorrow when he wakes up. If he lost his temper just after he had his surgery, I'm worried it'll affect his recovery. He's never agreed to this, and I don't know if he'll forgive us for forcing him to do this."
For all this while, Jasper and Selena had been in a stalemate.
Selena wanted her brother to have the operation immediately. She was willing to donate her kidney, but Jasper wouldn't have it.
Jasper didn't want his sister's kidney, but nothing had turned up on the black market, and his condition had worsened. Not to the point of death, of course, but enough to make Selena, Elliot and Bailey worry.
Elliot was especially worried. Her son never compromised and was ridiculously obstinate. Trying to convince him to let Selena donate her kidney was basically impossible.
As a mother who'd already lost her daughter, Elliot agreed to Selena's suggestion.
They decided to face Jasper's wrath after the surgery was done.
After all, for Jasper, it'd just been one night's sleep. When he woke, the surgery would be complete.
And Jasper's body would slowly recover. Elliot had no regrets.
She was just afraid that Jasper wouldn't forgive them as parents.
Bailey sighed as well. He knew what kind of personality his son had.
Stubborn like a mule.
"Don't think about if he'll be angry. If he can live on in good health, we should do it even if he'll hate us forever, right?"
Bailey finished, and Elliot's eyes reddened.
"It's all thanks to Selena's insistence this time. She really does care about Jasper, and Dan is looking healthier and cuter every day. I can't even bear to have Selena pick him up. I was wrong before. Selena only means the best for her brother. From now on, we have to treat her better."
"You finally get it."
Bailey smiled.
"We raised Selena, and she's our adopted daughter. She's always been a good, obedient girl. You can't blame young people for their feelings. Selena's always known that Jasper's not her birth brother, and Jasper's always been so nice to her. Of course she'd feel that way.
"Now that the child's been born, when Jasper gets better, let's see if there's some way we can match them together. If there isn't, we'll hide it for the rest of our lives, and treat Selena well for the rest of our lives."
Elliot could only nod, all while feeling uneasy.
It was impossible to tell if Jasper was going to throw a huge tantrum when he woke tomorrow. She turned to Bailey again.
"Maybe we should have his friends over to soothe him. Otherwise, he might hurt himself."
"You mean having Jason and Robert over?"
Elliot nodded.
"Let's give them a call tomorrow morning. Jasper probably won't wake up from the operation until at least the afternoon. If there were more people around, at least he might be a bit more restrained."
As the two spoke, they ran into Ivan outside by chance.
"What are you two doing outside the operation room so late, Mr. and Mrs. Holland?"