Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1918 The Best Ending

Chapter 1918 The Best Ending

Joyce cleared her throat and explained, "To be honest, when the Saunders family staged that bloody scene, Westbrook witnessed it with his own eyes. Although he didn't see the scene of his mother being killed by his father, he definitely heard about it afterwards and could imagine it. This was a fatal blow to him. In addition to being kidnapped and abused by Athena, for him as a young boy, these were all dark memories that could never be erased. Since he has forgotten, isn't that for the best? Including the incorrect way his mother, Fox, taught him, the wrong ideas instilled in him, and Reese's excessive indulgence, all of these can be reset to zero. Children are malleable. Now that Westbrook has awakened, he can start anew, and you can re-educate and influence him. Isn't forgetting the past the best choice for him? This is the best ending."

"That's right. We just need to keep everyone in the Saunders family from revealing his background. It's like a second chance at life given to Westbrook by fate. From now on, he can free himself from the shadow of his parents," Felix agreed.

"Why the need for secrecy? Except for Carlo, after the Saunders family is rebuilt, I don't intend to keep anyone who knew about these things." Vicki spoke calmly. "In the future, no one will know about Westbrook's past."

Joyce gave a thumbs-up. "You're thorough, impressive."

"Originally, the Saunders were to be eliminated, and there's no need to keep the original people. I'll arrange a good place for them," Vicki said nonchalantly, brushing her fingers as she spoke.

"Right, I support you," Felix agreed. "Previously, the Saunders family was managed by Fox, and many people from the Hilton branch had infiltrated. Although they now obey Vicki's commands, there are still potential hazards. Instead of finding them one by one, it's better to eradicate them all at once during this rebuilding opportunity. The management of the Saunders family will start afresh, with everyone replaced by our own people."

"Indeed, it makes sense. Vicki handles things skillfully and with courage. Mr. Saunders, you are truly fortunate to have married such a great wife," Joyce praised.

"Of course, my taste is top-notch," Felix said smugly.

Vicki stared at him wordlessly, feeling like she was dealing with a child. Felix was beyond help.

"Can we stay on topic? We are discussing Westbrook's situation now; let's not delay the doctor's work," Vicki interjected.

"Sorry, I diverted the topic," Joyce covered her mouth and smiled.

She glanced back at the hospital room. Well, everything was starting anew.

At that moment, the doctor said, "How about this? Tonight, the child will stay in observation. Tomorrow morning, he can be discharged. Come back in a week for a follow-up brain CT scan to check the swelling. If he regains his memory, bring him back for a check-up. If he doesn't recover within six months, don't worry about it."

"Okay, doctor," Vicki agreed. "You can go, we can handle things here."

The doctor nodded and left.

Back in the hospital room, Anderson was chatting with Westbrook. Anderson told Westbrook about some things that had happened at school. Westbrook listened eagerly, showing increased anticipation for his school.

Luther told Westbrook that Felix was his brother, and Vicki was his sister-in-law. He explained that they were now his legal guardians and treated him well, hoping that he would respect them in the same way. Upon seeing them enter, Westbrook quickly adapted to the new environment and called out, "Brother, sister-in-law, thank you for taking care of me."

Felix and Vicki were momentarily stunned. Previously, Westbrook had been distant with them and had never called them affectionate names. After all, there had been barriers between them. Vicki responded, with a low laugh, "This is indeed a good thing."

She nudged Felix. "Don't call Carlo tonight. You and I will stay here with Westbrook. We'll leave the hospital and return home tomorrow morning."

Looking at Westbrook, she asked, "Westbrook, is that alright?"

Westbrook nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

"Alright, I'll go ask the nurse for an extra bed," Felix agreed. Where Vicki was, he would be.

"There's nothing else, we'll leave now," Luther said, standing up.

"Yes, you should go," Felix waved his hand. "Alisha is waiting for you at home. We'll communicate if there's anything else."

"Okay." Joyce bid farewell to Westbrook. "Goodbye, Westbrook, we're heading home."

Anderson also spoke, "Get well soon. I'll see you at the kindergarten."

Westbrook nodded vigorously, a silly smile on his lips. "Yes, I can't wait!"

Vicki escorted Joyce and them to the door. "I'll see you off."

"No need, we know the way. We're practically family. There's no need for formality. Besides, we know the way," Joyce smiled. "Alright, no need to be so polite. I'll go get some food for Westbrook; he must be hungry," Vicki said as she opened the door to the hospital room.

Before leaving, Joyce reminded her, "He just woke up; I suggest giving him some congee. He should stick to liquid food for the first few days."

"I know, the doctor advised us. Look at you, when did you become so motherly? Hurry, go back. It's getting late, and you have to take care of yourself with your big belly," Vicki playfully scolded. Joyce smiled, "Okay. I'm getting more and more naggy. Don't be put off by me in the future."

"Go on, go on," Vicki pushed Joyce gently. "It's late, and you have a big belly. Take care of yourself."

Joyce knew that Vicki cared, so she nodded.

Afterwards, they left the hospital room. Joyce and Luther took Anderson home ahead of them.

During the journey, Anderson asked curiously, "Mommy, what did you and the doctor talk about outside? Why did Westbrook lose his memory?"

Aaron was driving, Luther was in the passenger seat, and Joyce explained what the doctor had said to Anderson.

After listening, Anderson fell into thought.

"After chatting with Westbrook for a while just now, what do you think about his condition?" Joyce asked curiously.

Anderson thought for a moment and replied, "I feel like it's more likely to be a psychological, selective amnesia. Subconsciously, he wanted to forget the past, so he did."

Joyce nodded, "I feel the same way."

"In fact, there's a crucial reason that led me to this conclusion," Anderson suddenly said.

"What is it?" Luther asked, equally curious.

"When I was talking to him just now, I mentioned Kiki inadvertently. I noticed a reaction from Westbrook; it seemed like he had forgotten everything and everyone, except for Kiki. There's a faint impression of her in his mind. It's his subconscious instinct. That's why I suspect it's selective amnesia. Forgetting what he wants to forget and remembering what he wants to remember," Anderson analyzed.

Luther and Joyce looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

In summary, "In any case, this isn't a bad thing. It's a chance for him to start anew," Joyce concluded.

Anderson nodded in agreement.

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