Chapter 4

A flicker of panic crossed Steve's eyes, but he quickly recovered.

He pointed at me and roared, "See, Mr. Shaw? I told you she's crazy! She's spouting nonsense. She must be having a delusional episode again. We'll take her home right away. After the babies are born, we'll send her to a mental hospital for proper treatment."

As Steve spoke, he reached out to grab my arm, trying to forcefully drag me away.

But Lucas suddenly intervened.

"What did you just say?"

His sharp gaze fell on me, and he grabbed my wrist.

"You said you're allergic to mangoes? And you have a scar on your wrist?"

He was about to roll up my sleeve when Alice suddenly burst into tears.

"You don't believe me, Lucas? I'm your sister! That brooch is mine! Wendy is mentally ill! How could you believe her and not me?!"

Her crying was accompanied by accusations.

Tears streamed down her face like pearls.

"Since you don't believe me, then just acknowledge her as your sister! I don't want you as a brother anymore! I'll just go back to being an orphan!"

Alice acted indignant and turned to leave.

Steve quickly stopped her, his face ashen.

"Mr. Shaw, you have to believe me, Alice is your sister! Although she's lost her memories, she still remembers a nursery rhyme. That nursery rhyme must be very important to her! Alice, sing it for Mr. Shaw," Steve gently urged Alice.

Alice wiped away her tears, and with his encouragement, she sobbingly hummed a song.

Hearing the nursery rhyme, Lucas' face turned pale, and his eyes welled up.

"My mother personally taught us this nursery rhyme. Only my sister and I know it. You... you really are Denise!"

Lucas took a step forward and hugged Alice tightly.

A triumphant look flashed in Steve's eyes, and he forcefully yanked my wrist.

"Wendy, come home with me! I've already found a doctor for you! He'll give your head a good check-up!"

My wrist throbbed from his grip. I could hardly believe this was the same Steve who had once sworn he would love me forever.

"Scumbag Daddy, let Mommy go! I won't let you hurt her anymore!" the child in my womb angrily cried out.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through my belly.

My legs gave way, and my body fell back uncontrollably. My head hit the metal frame of the bed with a heavy thud.

My vision briefly went black, and I instinctively protected my belly.

The child's faint thoughts reached my ears.

"Mommy, this time, I'll definitely protect you and my brother... Promise me, you must live on..."

The child's voice faded, and at the same time, countless unfamiliar memory fragments flooded my mind like a tide.

There were images of my mother gently holding me, humming that nursery rhyme. There were images of my brother holding my hand, flying kites in the yard...

My memories, they had returned!

The severe pain in the back of my head and the flood of memories made me dizzy.

I braced myself against the bed frame and slowly straightened up.

I could now clearly see the smugness and malice on the faces of Steve and Alice.

Lucas seemed confused.

He looked at me, as if at a stranger, yet also trying to find some familiar traces on my face.

"Lucas," I spoke, my voice hoarse, yet unusually calm. "The nursery rhyme Mom taught us has three verses. You always sang the end of the last verse wrong. You always sang 'the little boat gently flies' rather than 'the little boat gently floats'. Mom used to tease you, saying your boat must have wings."

The moment I said that, Lucas, who was still hugging Alice, stiffened up.