Despite remembering those unbearable past events, when facing me, he was a child who had done something wrong, not even daring bto /bface bin /bmy direction.

b“/bThe doctor said the memories can’t be recovered,” he answered in a low voice “But the physical injuries are almost healed.”

I was slightly stunned, my mood immediately deting.

When he had amnesia, he had personally promised me he would work hard to recover his memories.

But now, he was acting like nothing happened?

“Oh.” My response was very light.

Ferris suddenly stepped forward, his tone carrying some inexplicable probing “What, do you really hope I recover my memories?”

I lowered my eyes and said without emotion: “Of course. Once you remember you can leave.”

Indeed… that was the reason.

Ferris let out a lowugh, but it sounded like self–mockery.

I didn’t notice his reaction and just patted him: “Come here, carry the dishes. What are you standing there for? I’m not raising someone to eat for free.”

His throat tightened. Although his eyes couldn’t see, his body reflexively moved closer to me, reaching out his hand-

As if his entire heart had been pulled by my single sentence.

Since Ferris was being so obedient now, I naturally couldn’t be too aggressive, so I only assigned him small tasks he could handle.

It’s just that… sometimes Simon would secretly help with those tasks he could handle. This man really protected Ferris like a pearl.

During dinner, Ferris suddenly spoke: “I found a job. I’ll be responsible for household expenses from now on.”

Saying this, he pushed back the living expenses card I had given him before.

Looking at that familiar card, my heart trembled slightly. Was he… bing independent?

I stared at his face: “What kind of job did you find?b” /b

He paused, calmly answering: “Disabled persons charity assistance.”

“Charity assistance?” I blurted out, nearly choking on rice.

It wasn’t that I was making a big deal of it, but the former Ferris had always disdained doing this kind of “phnthropic persona” work – when he did charity, it was only for political image and public satisfaction.

Now he was actually taking the initiative to do “disabled assistance“? He wasn’t just blind, he hadpletely changed personality?

I looked at him: “Are you sure it’s ‘charity‘ and not pany proxy holding‘b?/bb” /b

Ferris nodded, his expression showing no wavering.

I was silent for a few seconds, then tentatively pushed the card back toward him: “How much can your job earn? Just use

mine.b” /b

After saying this, I added: “Don’t misunderstand, I’m not looking down on you it’s just… don’t be too stubborn.”

After all, I was no longer the housewife who revolved around the stove, nor the weak woman who needed to depend on him for living. I could support myself and him too.

bBut /bFerris bfirmly /bshook his head. “No need.”

After saying this, he stood up, turned and left the table, leaving the card on the table.

I didn’t insist Arther. After thinking about it, I still

took the card back.

After all, since he was living here now, living expenses couldn’t be entirely my responsibility.

However, I didn’t check the bnce on that card – if I had, I would have know he hadn’t touched a single penny

Tomorrow would be Christmas.

Hannah and I had already discussed that this new medication would be released under my own name in the medical workshop I shared with Milo. t nned to first see the response before deciding on future directions.

Perhaps because this matter was settled, I was unusually calm, sleeping particrly soundly that night.

The next morning, as soon as I came downstairs, I saw Ferris already dressed and ready, standing at the door like a general preparing for battle, about to go out.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay going out alone?b” /bI frowned and asked casually.

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