Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Niece's Wild Desire: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

“Amnesia?”Marc’s eyes widened in disbelief at what Dr. Ivan had just said.“Dissociative amnesia,” Ivan explained calmly. “There are parts of her memory that she’s lost—likely as a result of trauma from the past. Her mind is basically blocking out memories it doesn’t want to remember.”“So... she doesn’t remember me at all?” Marc asked, his voice tight and strained.“She might recover eventually,” Ivan said. “But it depends on her. Not even the best doctors can predict when—or if—her memory will come back.”Marc felt the strength drain from his body. The hope he’d been holding onto suddenly vanished. It felt like he’d been shoved off a cliff by the truth.“Cassandra… my daughter,” Irfan murmured, his face red and unreadable. “I should’ve been there more for her. Please, Doctor… do whatever it takes to help her recover.”“We’ve done all we can, Mr. Irfan,” the young doctor replied. “The rest… we leave to God.”Ivan patted Marc on the shoulder. “All we can do now is pray for her recove

"Yeah, I love her. I’m happy enough just seeing her smile from here,” Marc replied. He didn’t want Hani to get the wrong idea about his relationship with Cassandra.But the girl laughed. She knew that Marc was the only guy her best friend ever had feelings for.Maybe it was true that to Cassandra, Marc was just some chameleon of a man. But love — love was the strongest medicine for any kind of illness.That’s why Hani couldn’t just sit still and watch. She had to take this chance to help her best friend regain her memory, even if it meant crushing Fritz’s hopes of winning Cassandra’s heart.“Why are you just standing out here? Uncle, you have more right to be in there with her than we do,” Hani said as she pulled Marc by the hand.She pushed open the hospital room door, causing the two people inside to stop laughing.“Uncle Marc, come on and sit here. You don’t have to stand out there like some fancy doorman statue,” Hani teased on purpose. “Fritz and I gotta head to campus. We still

The girl swallowed hard. She couldn’t take her eyes off the handsome face peacefully sleeping in front of her.Slowly, memories from the past started to flash through her mind. Like déjà vu, she saw the same man lying asleep on the long couch in front of her.Cassandra closed her eyes, trying to recall everything that had happened in her past.But the more she tried to remember, the more her head hurt. She clutched her head and started to groan in pain.The sound made Marc wake up. He saw his girl in pain and quickly pulled her into his chest, holding her tightly.Cassandra could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat. She felt warmth that didn’t feel unfamiliar. Once again, it felt like déjà vu kept coming over her. Slowly, the unbearable pain faded away.Marc let go of the hug. He didn’t want her to misunderstand and end up hating him again.He looked into those beautiful eyes. Still the same eyes that he had always missed, but now they held a demand for answers—answers about a past she c

Marc was still pissed off. Seriously, the woman he paid had completely underestimated him. The nerve! He was fuming.He had just finished cleaning himself up when he heard his phone ring. His mood soured even more when he saw the caller ID—it was a number he knew all too well.The ringtone kept going non-stop, making it impossible to ignore. With a heavy sigh, he picked it up, already annoyed."Yeah, it’s me," he said gruffly. "Why are you calling again? Did you catch that guy already?""Just one step away," the voice on the other end replied coolly.Marc blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?""He's right in front of me. About to go for the innocent little bunny," he said casually."Cassandra?" Marc blurted out. "But... isn’t she supposed to be in her apartment?""Nope. She’s out there breathing in that sweet exhaust-filled city air like a clueless little bunny," the guy reported. "Should I enjoy the show? I can already imagine her fresh blood soaking into the pavement."Marc clenche

“Then ... Mam Karra, if Irfan isn’t my biological father, who is?”Mam Karra sighed. Her mind drifted back to the events from twenty years ago, and slowly she began to tell the story.“Actually… your mom fell in love with someone,” Mam Karra began.“As far as I know, it all started when your grandparents separated. The old man never really cared about the family. All he ever did was work, work, and work. His whole life was just the company he was building.Whenever your grandma tried to talk about her feelings, he would brush her off and call her weak or just a nag. I had just started working here at the time, and even I didn’t expect the family’s situation to be… well, nowhere near as peaceful as it looked from the outside. Everyone thought they were this happy, perfect family, but inside it was all so bitter.I really felt bad for your grandma. A year after I started working here, she asked for a divorce. Your mom was in high school back then. She was devastated. Spent her days lock