NOVPUBChapter 1339: 626 Forgotten_1 Chapter 1339: 626 Forgotten_1 As children, Charlotte Aria and Anton Cook grew up together in a large estate.
Even back then, Anton exhibited an innate pride in his bones, never speaking more words than needed with her, until the day he got kidnapped.
Then, the Cook family moved away, and the next time she heard his name, he was hailed by her classmates as a superstar with dazzling talents.
She watched firsthand as her female classmates became smitten with him, so crazily in love that they could go a month without breakfast just to save money for his concerts or albums.
She also saw how relentlessly they campaigned for him, contributing to his rising popularity.
Charlotte Aria never understood the mentality of these girls.
Doing so much for a stranger who didn’t even know they existed, wasn’t that just insane?
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But then, Aubree Groove participated in a variety show with him and shot to fame, amassing an immense following online.
Regardless of how she was slandered, there were always a group of die-hard fans who would charge forward for her, believing in her unconditionally.
If Aubree Groove could achieve that, why couldn’t she?
There was no aspect in which she came up short against Aubree Groove.
As the young mistress of the Cooks, and the girlfriend of a superstar, she would attract admiration and envy from all over the world.
The temptation was simply too great.
Before today, that goal had seemed difficult to achieve.
But now, the opportunity was right before her.
Once she confirmed that Anton was genuinely suffering from amnesia rather than feigning it to humiliate her, Charlotte Aria’s smile became even more gentle.
She gauged the right amount of warmth, imagining that this was how Aubree Groove usually smiled at Anton too.
“Cello, you finally woke up, that’s great.”
Anton’s stern eyebrows knit together tightly, his gaze guarded, “How do you know my old name?”
“I know more than just your previous name.
I also know about the scar on your left shoulder.
You got it from falling off a tree when you were a kid.
You would have forgotten about it by now, wouldn’t you?”
Anton was a lot more reckless as a child.
Climbing trees, catching fish from the river, he would drive old Mr Cook up the wall.
Growing up in the same compound, how wouldn’t Charlotte know?
Even if she were unaware, she would have heard of it from her mother later.
“Just who are you?” Hearing her words, Anton didn’t relax but became even colder.
“You seem to remember my previous name.
So your amnesia is selective, isn’t it?”
Unfazed, Charlotte calmly replied, “My name is Charlotte Aria.”
“Aria?” Anton seemed to recall something.
“You’re Madam Aria’s granddaughter?”
Charlotte just smiled faintly, nodding her head.
Anton rubbed his temples, his expression confused and somewhat hideous.
“Why am I in the hospital?
What happened?”
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Charlotte tentatively asked, “Do you…
really not remember anything?”
Holding his head, Anton was engulfed in panic, as if he had forgotten someone or something crucial.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall anything.
Hurrying over, Charlotte consoled him, “Cello, don’t be scared.
I’ll be with you!”
“Get away!” Anton suddenly pushed her away, his eyes icy cold.
“Don’t call me Cello.”
Unoffended, Charlotte patiently asked, “Then shall I call you Sullivan?
I’ll call for the doctor right away.”
Once the meeting was over, Cello Cook rushed to the hospital.
When he heard about Anton’s amnesia from the doctor, he was completely stunned.
“Doctor, my brother suffered a heart attack.
So why did he lose his memory?”
“Well!” The doctor adjusted his glasses nervously.
“We have conducted a thorough examination on the patient.
So far, we haven’t found any signs of a bleeding or clotting inside his brain.
However, according to medical theory, the brain and the heart are interconnected.
The heart pumps blood to supply the brain.
If the brain is well-nourished, then the medulla oblongata will be filled.
Although the patient was successfully resuscitated, the inadequate oxygen supply to the brain maybe cause temporary neuron damage, leading to memory loss and other functional disorders.
We have contacted a neurology specialist for a consultation.
They will develop the best treatment plan based on the patient’s condition.”
As Cello Cook pushed open the door to the ward, Charlotte immediately stood up and politely greeted, “Uncle Cook.”
Nodding his head, Cello Cook thanked her, “Thank you for your help.”
“Don’t mention it, it’s the least I could do.”
Charlotte then left, giving the two brothers some privacy.
Anton just sat there on the hospital bed, unmoving, his eyebrows constantly furrowing and relaxing.
“Sullivan.”
Looking up abruptly, Anton seemed unsure.
“Big brother?”
Cello Cook heaved a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Anton hadn’t forgotten him, his elder brother.
“I’m glad you woke up.” Cello Cook reached out, attempting to pat Anton’s head, but Anton just tilted his head away; and Cello Cook found himself touching nothing but thin air.
He chuckled involuntarily.
“You’re just as unyielding as before.”
“Big brother, why am I in the hospital?” Anton touched his chest, looking confused.
“When did I get heart disease?”
He was so young, it didn’t seem possible he could have this condition.
“Did you…
really forget everything?”
Anton stared at him with clear eyes.
“What should I remember?”
Cello Cook sighed faintly, barely managing to mask his distress.
“Nothing.
You just concentrate on getting better.
No worries.”
“Uncle…” Sheila Cook suddenly burst in from outside.
“Uncle, you’re awake!
I…
I thought I’d never see you again!”
Anton eyed the little girl in front of him in surprise: “Sheila, have you grown taller?”
Sheila was shocked at first, she hadn’t yet come to grips with her uncle’s memory loss.
“Uncle, stop pulling my leg.
You always joked about me not growing taller, remember?”
“Right.” Sheila smacked her forehead, “I forgot to tell Aubree.
She’d be so glad to know that you’re awake…”
Anton paused, repeating uncertainly, “Aubree?”
Sheila only then realized something was off.
“No way, Uncle.
You couldn’t have forgotten Aubree, could you?
For Aubree, you even risked your life!”
“Sheila,” Cello Cook interrupted her.
“Don’t disturb your uncle now, he needs to rest.
Come outside with me.”
With that, he steered the baffled Sheila outside.
“Aubree! Aubree!” Anton repeated the name, tasting each syllable.
He must’ve heard that name somewhere before.
Whenever he called the name, an overwhelming heartache would resurface, as if the wound on his heart was aching again.
Holding his head, he slumped back onto the bed.
His mind was a tangled mess, it felt as if he was alone, navigating through the thick fog with no path in sight.
Pieces of his memory were scattered in all directions, and he felt as if he had been torn into countless shards, just like the autumn leaves, carried away by the wind.
