Love Comes To Me
Chapter 551: Amnesia

At the time Eloise had been soaked in seawater and had some seawater in her stomach. With the impact on his head, he was so weak that he was hanging on by a thread, dying.

If it wasn't for the fact that some of the people accompanying Rowson knew first aid, she wouldn't have made it to this end of the boat.

Eloise was also in a coma for a whole month after being taken to hospital for emergency treatment.

The doctor said it was because of the impact on the head, which affected certain nerves.

Because of the pregnancy and the unstable condition of the fetus, the hospital did not dare to use the medication rashly.

She was just given nutritional fluids to maintain her vital signs.

Just when everyone thought she would never wake up, Eloise miraculously woke up again.

But, upon waking, there was a slight dullness in her eyes.

Remember when she was, seeing them, confused and said, "Why am I here?"

After Mrs Darlington described to Eloise what she had heard from her son, she still couldn't remember what had happened before.

With panic in his eyes, he waved his arms to keep them away and suddenly ripped off the IV tube to run.

But on running out, she bumped into Rowson head-on and she suddenly paused.

After a few moments of looking at Rowson, the gloom in his eyes cleared.

"Honey." Eloise shouted on the spot, hugging Rowson and howling.

The crowd, bewildered, realised that something was wrong and rushed to get a doctor to come and check it out.

After some questioning, it was discovered that Eloise remembered her name and that she seemed to be married with a son.

But the rest of her memories are all faulty, and she mistakes Rowson for her husband.

At the time, Eloise was so miserable that they didn't break the story and took Eloise into the Darlington family.

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed and the baby in her womb was born without incident, a little girl.

There was no barrier between the people and they welcomed the life with joy.

The memory came to a screeching halt and Mrs Darlington wrung her handkerchief, a sad look on her face.

She grumbled with chagrin, "Oh, Rowson, the boy, it's been three years and he hasn't taken Eloise down yet. If he'd acted sooner, the girl would have had a sibling, I'm afraid I've had a wooden son." Mrs Darlington shattered, exasperated.

She has seen how her own son has reacted over the past few years.

He is usually a bit of a stern face when it comes to celebrities, but when it comes to Eloise, he can't hide his smile.

It is obvious to anyone with eyes to see that he is fond of Eloise.

It's just too subtle in its expression, and three years on, nothing has changed in the way they get along.

Emotional progress is very slow and tantamount to standing still.

She was so anxious to see it, but there was nothing she could do about it.

I can only curse my own son for not being a good fighter, for not knowing how to chase people closely when they are under his nose, and for having to worry about all those things. But she also knew her own son and did not want to take advantage of the situation.

But in her opinion, it was his son who was over-worried.

She feels that Eloise must have been abandoned by her husband to be in that position.

After all, it had been three years and her husband hadn't come looking, so she thought there was no need for her son to be so tied up.

Thinking again of Eloise, Mrs Darlington couldn't help but feel unworthy of her.

It's silly for a girl, after what happened to her, to still think about her husband.

"Grandma, come and play, quick!"

A childish voice came and Mrs Darlington's mind was pulled back into a deep meditation.

I looked up to see a white dove resting on the little girl's hand, pecking at the crumbs she was holding.

Mrs Darlington smiled and walked slowly towards the mother and daughter, joining in the teasing of the pigeons.

It's getting dark and the square, a quiet place...

Inside the French Medical Institute, the evening breeze blows the curtains of the laboratory.

Two men are vaguely spied sitting inside, studying something intently.

The man on the left is Professor Mr. Florent Sr. with a pleasant face.

The man sitting next to him is his prized pupil Rowson, with his Nordic skin and tall build.

His features are deep, his eyes clear and dark, his eyebrows handsome, and a light sense of coldness emanating from his body.

When doing experiments, his expression is quiet and calm, ever so relaxed.

They've been doing experiments all afternoon and Rowson seems like a robot who doesn't get tired.

Not even a frown on his face.

This is something that makes Florent envious.

As he gets older, his body is no match for a young man's. When he sits for a long time, his back aches.

Glancing out at the sky, he stood up and stretched, opening his mouth to suggest, "Rowson, let's take a break."

Rowson raised his eyes, nodded and responded, "Yes, teacher."

The old gentleman stroked his bearded cheeks and suddenly thought of something.

He spoke up and asked Rowson, "By the way, Rowson, how's that little wife of yours? Are you still looking for a way to correct her memory?"

As Rowson's life coach, Florent knew more or less everything about Rowson.

He had also met Eloise a few times before.

Scandinavian woman, beautiful to look at and with a distinguished air about her.

This was his first impression.

Standing with Rowson, they make a pleasing pair of landscapes, a good match.

At the professor's mention of Eloise, a complex look appeared on Rowson's otherwise bland countenance.

His eyes rippled slightly as he nodded and responded with some confusion, "I've been trying all sorts of things for a year, medication and stimulation. But it hasn't worked well, she still can't remember what happened."

Ever since Eloise gave birth to the little girl, he has been trying to help her correct that part of her misplaced memory.

I have also visited many famous doctors, but the results have not been impressive.

Over time, this has become a sorrowful thought in Rowson's mind.

"Rowson, don't you like her a lot, so why do you have to help her get back to that past?"

Florent couldn't resist asking the confused question that was on his mind.

He sighed and reminded Rowson, "Perhaps your little wife doesn't want to retrieve that memory, since she's put the past out of her mind. It means that she doesn't want to recall those days, right? It could be nightmarish for her, so why are you clinging to it?"

Rowson looked away from the window and replied in a warm voice, "That's not the way to say it either, Sensei, everyone has a past, and it's what happens in the past and present that makes up the individual. Eloise, who has forgotten her past, is not complete, and I can feel that she is trying to get her memories back too."

"What's complete or incomplete, I think, ah, you should just step up and chase someone down while she still depends on you now."

Florent waved his hand, not used to hearing Rowson's modest set of rhetoric.