She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 923:

Jacob barely spared him a glance before returning to his book, wholly uninterested.

“You busy?” Lawrence kept his tone as even as he could. “I need to talk.”

“Go ahead.”

“I want to discuss Kristian’s situation.”

“That’s not really in my wheelhouse. Find someone who knows what they’re doing.” Jacob didn’t sugarcoat things.

“His personality’s changed drastically.” Lawrence pushed on, undeterred. “Logically, he should still be madly in love with Freya—possessively so. But just now, he said he wants his old memories back.”

Bringing his memories back would mean the real Kristian would surface again.noveldrama

If Kristian genuinely believed he was a secondary persona, then shouldn’t he be terrified of being erased? His actions made no sense.

Jacob’s fingers halted mid-page.

Lawrence waited.

“You can erase memories, sure. You can plant ideas in the mind,” Jacob said at last, his voice heavy with sleep. “But the heart? That’s wild territory. Even the person themselves can’t see where they’re headed till they’re already there. What makes you think you can?”

Lawrence was a doctor, and sure, no one knew Kristian’s case better than he did.

But people weren’t formulas, and thoughts weren’t neat variables.

“So, what? You’re saying my research means nothing?” For the first time, Lawrence genuinely questioned that possibility.

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“You can try and mold someone—strip away their emotions, make them resilient and unshakable,” Jacob said flatly, offering no comfort. “But eventually, life gets in. The world breaks down whatever walls you put up. Emotionlessness crumbles. Resilience cracks.”

A truly strong heart wasn’t one built by science. It was forged through living.

Seeing the way Lawrence stood there, Jacob added, “Humans have emotions and desires. You can’t surgically remove that.”

Lawrence exhaled, the weight in his chest growing heavier.

Everything had slipped from his control. If Kristian regained those memories, vengeance would follow close behind. Lawrence knew just how deep that blade could cut.

“When did he say he wanted his memories back?” Jacob’s voice was casual, too casual. The timing, though, was calculated.

Still trapped in his thoughts about the aftermath, Lawrence gave a straight answer. “Tomorrow.”

Jacob made a sound—barely a murmur. “Hmm.” Lawrence blinked.

Something didn’t sit right.

A split second later, he realized what he’d done. Why the hell had he said that out loud? If he went back to the lab, Jacob would never let him stay here again.

The next morning, Freya rolled out of bed, freshened up, and headed to check on Kristian.

A sticky note on his door caught her eye. It read, “Freya, had to run out for something. I’m with Gerard, so no worries.”

She shot Kristian a quick text, asking if he’d be back for lunch.

He replied he wouldn’t.

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