Chapter 311 Failure

In the dim room, only a single floor lamp was on. Henry sat on a couch with a tablet in his hands as the light from the tablet screen cast shifting shadows across his face. On the screen was a detailed report of what had happened at the Holton residence. He read it word by word, his lips curving deeper with every line. Gabriel Holton, the amnesiac who could still project that kind of presence. Henry slammed the tablet down on the coffee table with a crash. The attending doctor, Michael Brown, stood off to the side, lowering his head even more as he shuddered. Henry then slowly lifted his gaze. "Didn't you say he'd lost his memories and his mind was that of a child's? Is this what you call a child?" Michael's legs nearly gave out. Cold sweat slid down his temple, and he could barely even stay upright. "Mr. Zaborowski, it's true. I swear it's true. There really is a blood clot in Mr. Holton's brain. It's pressing on the nerves and causing memory and cognitive impairment. That's