Chapter 2 2

Evidently, he had learned that I had given almost sixty percent of my liver lobes to Sage, who ultimately didn't need them at all.

"It's not my fault... I was forced to give away my liver... I promise it happened without my consent." I cursed, shaking with terror and anger as the recollection of the dreadful event felt like poison in my mouth.

"What do you mean by giving your organ?" Did that ever happen?"

At that moment, Williams relaxed his hold on my neck and stepped away, his expression now clouded by perplexity. Curious if I had overstepped, my gaze moved beyond the expressions of those who quietly observed from the background.

Unexpectedly, their faces had similar expressions-a blend of confusion and concern.

Just as I was about to turn my gaze back to Williams, something strange drew my attention; Leon, Williams's assistant, had no bruises on his head at all.

About four months ago, Leon had experienced a terrible accident that almost claimed his life, leaving an ugly scar on his forehead, near the temple.

The mark remained until the day I was pushed, and ultimately took my final breath at Brookside Hospital.

However, if I were reborn, which year would it be?

I glanced back at Williams and, cautiously, inquired with uncertainty in my mind, "Which year are we in?"

Yet that very question appeared to intensify the confusion in the atmosphere as he gradually rose, dusting off the edges of his pants. However, his eyes stayed fixed on me, as though he were attempting to decipher something in my expression.

He looked back over his shoulders and firmly instructed those behind him, "Find a doctor to start the treatment with a therapist. I believe she has forgotten many things due to the fall." He glanced at me one last time before leaving.

Once the others left, Leon quickly moved ahead and pressed my weight against the wall, then made calls to the supposed doctor and therapist.

Eventually, he turned to me and said firmly, "They'll arrive shortly. What you need to do is calm your nerves. I'm here to support you."

I gently smiled, remembering that he had been among the good people I met in my past life, although his constant loyalty to Williams had deeply frustrated me.

As the silence prolonged, he kept on by inquiring, "Do you have a headache or something? Maybe, a sudden ache?"

I responded with a no, "No, I don't. Where did I fall from?"

Having suffered a brutal murder in the past, I entered this life through a fall that left me with bruises all over. Whose life was more intricate and complicated than my own?

His eyes appeared to contend with something profound inside him as he opened his mouth to talk. "You tumbled down the stairs, Miss. Straight from the beginning." Initially, he showed using his fingers, then pointed out the areas of injury on my body. The blue dress I had worn was stained with droplets of blood.

The revelation seemed different to me, having only recently returned from the other life, so I inhaled deeply and anticipated the doctor's arrival.

A male doctor and a female therapist arrived one after the other roughly ten minutes later.

After he completed the treatments, the therapist and I were guided to two cozy sofas, where a series of questions began.

"I am the therapist assigned to you. I'm Mora Ghar." She remarked, folding her arms across her chest. Could you share yours?"

"Aurora Thatcher." I simply cannot remember what year we are currently in." I said, but she twirled the pen between her slender fingers, her thoughts seeming distant from the conversation.

"I heard you took a tumble. What was the final action you took prior to that event?"

An oppressive silence filled the room, and I was utterly unready for that question.

If I acknowledged the truth, it would worsen things and lead her to believe I had experienced memory loss, which would prolong the therapy session.

"I believe I had just wrapped up a conversation with my stepsister, Sage, before I descended the stairs." I fibbed effortlessly, thankful for Leon's timely disclosure.

She completely reflected my expression and sighed heavily, "Your correct answer doesn't mean you are justified. What is your job and current relationship status?"

My current marital status?

Being at Williams's mansion indicated that I was single and likely courting Liam at the same time. I clearly remember a moment when Williams confined me, as I persisted in my silly indulgence with Liam. Reflecting on it, this event occurred four years prior to my death.

I was working at one of the busiest laundromats, but when Williams started a bakery for me, I behaved ingratitude by rejecting it.

"I'm single right now." I responded with conviction. "As for the job I had, I believe it was at a laundromat," I answered, with assurance.

She offered a small nod, leaned in nearer, and murmured softly, "You ceased working at the laundromat last week, Miss Aurora. Unable to remember? You paused and never explained to anyone why." She reclined in the chair with a face that showed no emotion.

"Does this mean I'm without a job now?" I faltered. What I believed to be true was actually very different from reality.

"Indeed, you are presently a jobless young woman." Her tone was laced with sarcasm, yet I wasn't offended. Rather, a surge of laughter enveloped me, and a multitude of inquiries flooded my thoughts. I was never unemployed in my previous life.

Actually, the instant I liquidated all my valuable assets to transform Liam's business concept into reality, I got employed at a laundromat just two days afterward.

I never visited Williams's home during that time, even though he wanted me to. Instead, I went to see my family only to be kicked out and blamed for various things.

"On a different note, it was merely a leave, not a total halt," she remarked later. "The fall hardly left any marks on your body. I'm curious as to why you have such a weak memory of your past. Nonetheless, we will move this session to two days from now."

She placed the pen and notebook into the bag, and turned to go. But at that moment, I inquired once more.

"What year is it currently?"

Her shoulders slumped as she exhaled a weary sigh. "Because you're insistent, today is the 24th of February, 2015."