Chapter 298

Stella Johnson felt like a thousand needles were stabbing her brain. Everything in front of her turned into a blur. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was blank and confused. Looking at the man standing by her bed, worry written all over his face, she tilted her head and asked, "Who are you? Where... where am I?" Charles Hart held her hand gently, trying to stay calm. His voice was soft and steady, "Stella, it’s me—Charles. You’re in the hospital. You fell ill, but you’re gonna be okay. Just need some rest." Stella frowned, trying to remember something—anything—but her mind was completely blank, and her head ached in a dull and persistent way. She pulled her hand back, staring at him with guarded eyes. "Why was I sick? Why can’t I remember anything?" Charles realized immediately—she had lost her memory. Without hesitation, he turned and called for the doctor. "Doctor, can you take a look? She doesn’t remember anything. What’s going on?" The doctor rushed in and examined Stella th