Chapter 76 Who is it
Ravyen’s POV
I kept maneuvering the entire room, thinking of possible ways to get her to her normal self. She recalls nothing, and it bothers me very much. The stress that she puts me through, and so many contracts that I’ve lost thanks to her. My company, which was under flux, had to be handled by Frank, and the misunderstanding got cleared up—at least.
I’ve tried everything to get her to recall her memory, but all to no avail. At a point, I just had to listen to Kylian’s advice: commit suicide. I explained her my relationship with her, I brought up stories of her late mother, which made her cry. Although she claimed not to remember that, too. How pathetic.
Agh! I showed her pictures, I told her our fun memories together—that’s if we actually had one. I can’t believe she couldn’t even remember a thing. The doctor claims she’d recall, but I see no difference. I’m starting to think she’s making this up. I mean, she’s probably still angry with me for finding out my cover.
I wanted to tell her badly of how I’ve changed, but it’s no use. I wasn’t even sure if I was different, but with her, I was patient. It was unlike me to keep it this cool without having to engage in a fight or an argument. Gosh! Just to get her to recall everything, I even said Ivan’s name, too. The cause of it all.
The thought of him was as though I had swallowed a poisonous pill. I rolled my eyes as the thoughts of it upset me. The thoughts of losing her suddenly lingered in my mind. A sense of fear flushed inside of me. I don’t know what I’ll do if that should happen. My world would definitely fall apart.
To be sincere, I needed her. I wanted her in my arms soon. I just wanted to stick to her, filling her head that she’s never going to be alone.
I kept panting, seeing Arianna on the bed. She lay still, her eyes looking at the ceiling. A knock came on the door suddenly, and I shifted my gaze toward it.
"Who is it?" I asked quickly, as I wasn’t expecting anyone. The doorknob rotated, and the door opened. Kylian revealed himself. He had a woman behind him.
"I brought a therapist," he announced as he got closer. I growled, as he interrupted my thoughts. He had his way of doing that.
"Phew!" I sighed, thinking it was a good idea, though. Why didn’t I think of this all this time? Thank goodness Kylian came up with the idea.
The young woman asked if Arianna was the one Kylian had complained about. I frowned suddenly—obviously, Arianna is the only lady here.
I rose to meet them where they stood. Kylian tucked his hands into his pocket and scrutinized me with a cynical look. I understood that look; he wanted me to pay him for the stress he went through to get a qualified therapist. I ignored him and faced the therapist, who seemed serious and ready to start her duty.
"Please help her gain back her memory. I’ll give you anything you want," I pleaded.
"I will try my best, but I can’t give you full assurance that everything would be alright… just yet," she confessed, with a piteous gaze at me.
"What?" That was the least provoking word I was willing to hear. Kylian grimaced at her and scorned. _Is it not her job to help out in matters like this?_
"Before I interrogate the victim, I would like to ask you two a few questions," she furthered, and I pictured her like a detective. Kylian and I exchanged glances. I swallowed hard, wondering what kind of questions she’d probably come up with. I never thought we would get involved in the therapy process. I just hope her questions don’t dig up personal matters.
"Is it necessary to ask?" Kylian questioned.
I felt he already had goosebumps, even before she started the interrogation.
"Of course it is. In order to feed her old memories that she can hold onto," the therapist explained, and I nodded, not quite interested in that.
"Now, can we move on with the questioning?" she asked, while taking out a little jotter from her handbag.
"Yes!" we both chorused, anticipating her questions.
"Alright then. I’ll need us to be seated. It’ll aid a proper interrogation," she demanded.
_Seriously? Was that how therapists worked lately? When Bianca was my therapist, she didn’t really involve anyone—just me._
"Let’s go to the living room then," I proposed.
She nodded and began walking with her. I stopped Kylian from coming with us. _Someone needed to watch over her._ Kylian didn’t hesitate to stay back and watch over his sister. I could see he wanted to avoid the questions. Usually, if I asked him to stay back with her, he’d bring up an argument or just pretend to be sick. However, he accepted quickly.
The therapist beckoned that Kylian should come along, as it would be better to get statements from those who shared memories with her. I shared memories with Arianna the most; I bet my statement could help her with everything she needs. I persuaded her not to let Kylian come along, and she was fine with that.
He raised a thumb at me while whispering that I shouldn’t forget to send the bills to his account. I eyed him and slammed the door in his face, leading the therapist to the sitting room.
I sat on a sofa opposite her. The center table was what separated us. She kept her bag beside her and held onto her jotter and pen. I sighed, exhausted—that the interrogation was going to be like a therapy. I’ve always hated therapies. _You just sit in one position and tell your life story._
"I'm Mrs. Carolina," she introduced herself with a warm smile on her face. I didn’t expect her to be smiling when her mission here was for a critical situation. I kept a strict gaze to remind her that the situation she was called to solve was a serious one.
"So, Mister…"
"Rav," I snapped. _At least she should address me that way, and use that name for Arianna to make her recognize me faster._
"Mister Rav…"
"Just Rav," I snapped again, with a frown. I just wanted this done with.
She squinted at me, as though irritated. I had the feeling that she didn’t like me already. It’s okay; I don’t like her either. She just has to make Arianna recall her memory. _Well, I guess the feeling is mutual._
"So, how are you two related?" she went on with her question.
"I'm her husband," I said boldly.
"You?" she snapped, while pointing her pen at me. It seemed unbelievable, as she gasped and nodded, as though perturbed by that.