Chapter 123 Think Too Much

"Lost memory?" Violet exclaimed, covering her lips in disbelief.

Calvin was also surprised that he himself would lose the memory.

Only Arya tilted her head and asked, "Mommy, what is memory loss?"

"Your brother forgets something." Violet touched Arya’s forehead and replied concisely.

Arya understood, putting a finger in her mouth, "Why did brother forget things?"

"Yes, doctor, why does my son lose his memory?" Violet looked at the doctor and asked eagerly.

The doctor did not answer immediately, but bent over to check Calvin's head.

But after the examination, his face was full of surprise, "It is weird! Your son has not suffered any
trauma to his head. It stands to reason that there is no chance of memory loss."

"But he just lost his memory." Violet pointed to Calvin.

Calvin frowned and tried to recall what happened last night. But the more he thought about it, the more
he couldn't remember it. Then he felt a dull pain in the back of his head.

Seeing the pain on his face, Violet quickly put a hand on his forehead and said, "Baby, don't think about
it. If you can’t remember it, just forget it."

"Sorry, Mommy." Calvin pursed his lips and apologized in shame.

Violet put her hand down, leaned over and pressed her forehead lightly against his forehead. She
smiled softly, "Don't say I'm sorry. Sweetie, it's Mommy who should say sorry to you."

"Mommy doesn't have to say sorry to me." Calvin looked at her.



Calvin words made Violet feel more self-blaming. She rubbed her son's forehead and stood up straight,
"Doctor, haven't you had the conclusion yet?"

The doctor pondered for a moment, "I thought of a possibility. Your son should have been stimulated by
the car accident and caused amnesia. This is the self-protection of the brain. There have been similar
cases in medicine."

"Can he recover?" Violet stared at the doctor closely.

The doctor shook his head uncertainly, "This is not clear. He may be recovered in a few days, or he
may not be recovered for a lifetime, but this is also a good thing, at least he will not leave any
psychological shadows."

Hearing this, Violet nodded relievedly, "You are right."

It was just that a part of the memory was lost, not all of the memory. Compared to memory, Calvin's life
was the most important thing. If he couldn’t remember those things, just forget it.

After the doctor left, Lily came back with two police officers from yesterday, both of whom came to ask
Calvin about the situation before the accident.

However, Calvin lost his memory and didn't know anything.

The two police officers got nothing. The clues to the accident were so cut off.

Lily sat down on the sofa with an unwilling look, "Well, well, this time, we can't catch the murderer
again, the same as the previous two."

Violet smiled helplessly, without speaking.



"Baby." Lily suddenly thought of something. She looked at Calvin, who had taken medicine on the
hospital bed and fell asleep. Then she squinted her eyes, "Do you think Calvin's memory loss is too
coincidental?"

"Mom, what do you mean?" Violet was wiping Calvin's body. Then she suddenly stopped when she
heard this.

Lily pursed her lips, "I mean, Calvin's memory loss was a little too coincidental. Calvin just happened to
lose that part of memories. I think it’s the murderer deliberately trying to cover up clues and erasing
Calvin's memory."

"It's really weird. But it's really just a coincidence. How can anyone control other people's memories at
will?" Violet continued to wipe Calvin's body.

Lily waved her hand, "Maybe it is true. The hypnosis master has this ability on the TV."

"It is on the TV. In reality, I have never heard of anyone who has this ability." Violet laughed. But she
didn't take Lily’s words to heart.

Lily also felt that she might be too worried. She shrugged and then went outside to buy lunch.

Soon, a week passed.

Calvin recovered so soon. He could already get out of bed and walk around. Maybe after some time,
he could be discharged from the hospital. But he still didn’t remember what happened that night.

Maybe he couldn’t get his memory back, just as the doctor said.

"Baby, listen to Pippa the nanny and Grandma. Mommy will come again in the afternoon." Violet kissed
Calvin's cheeks, and said to him with some dismay.



If it hadn't been for Jessie to call her and say that she had to participate in a bidding, she would not
leave at this time.

At least, she would wait until the child was discharged from the hospital.

"Well, I know, I will listen to Pippa and Grandma." Calvin glanced at the caregiver behind Violet and
nodded.

Violet touched his head, then turned to the caregiver and said, "Please help me take care of him. My
mother is driving Arya to kindergarten. After that, she will come over and help you."

"Miss Hunt, you give me the salary. It is my duty to take care of Calvin." The caregiver waved her hand
and replied.

Hearing what she said, Violet was very satisfied. Then Violet smiled and thanked her.

After observing this week, she found that the caregiver was very responsible and attentive.

The most important thing was that she had no complicated connections. Besides, there was her
information at the police station. So Violet could rest assured to let her take care of Calvin.

"I have to go." Violet waved to Calvin, nodded to the caregiver, picked up the bag and walked out of the
ward. Then she took a taxi and left.

On the side of the road not far away, in a black Mercedes-Benz, Fraser turned his head and reminded
the man in the back seat, "Mr. Murphy, Violet left."

Stanley saw it naturally. He lifted his chin slightly, "I know. You take the nourishment in the trunk to
Pippa, and ask her to put some in Calvin's meals every time. Remember, remind her not to..."

"Don't be discovered by Violet, right?" Fraser interrupted him with a smile.



Stanley glanced at Fraser coldly, noncommittal.

Fraser shrank his neck and quickly got out of the car.

Ten minutes later, he came back with a mobile phone in his hand, "Mr. Murphy, the bidding department
just called me and asked if you want to participate in the bidding for winter fashion."

"When?" Stanley raised his head from the tablet.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon." Fraser answered by looking at his watch.

Stanley thought for a while, and then asked, "Which clothing companies are participating?"

"Basically, those companies who have a little bit of strength all participate, in addition, there are several
studios."

Hearing the word "studio", Stanley's eyes lit up, "Is there a studio called Rebirth?"

"I don't know this." Fraser shook his head, and then tentatively looked at Stanley, "Or, let me ask?"

"No." Stanley pursed his thin lips, "Just go directly."

"Yes." Fraser fastened his seat belt and started the car.

When they arrived at the bidding place, hearing Stanley coming, the person in charge there welcomed
him in very enthusiastically, and arranged him a private room on the second floor.

Standing in the room window, Stanley looked down. Then he accurately captured Violet in the lobby on
the first floor.

She was sitting in the middle of the second-to-last row and opening a bidding book in her hand. Her
face was extremely serious.



At this moment, Violet seemed to feel something. Then she closed the bidding book and looked up a
few times.

Jessie who was next to her was attracted by her behavior and looked over, "Violet, what are you
looking for?"


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