CHAPTER 442: LOST MEMORY 2

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Argie sat frozen, his breath caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat as he stared at the man he had called father for as long as his memory allowed.

The room suddenly felt smaller, like the walls were closing in on him with every word his old man said.

"So...you’re saying you found me in the sea? That... my name isn’t even Argie?" He voice cracked with unbelief.

The old fisherman couldn’t meet his eyes as he felt ashamed for lying to him all this while. His weathered fingers tightened around his mug as though he feared it would slip from his trembling hands.

"Yes, my son. When I found you that fateful night, you were bleeding from multiple gunshots. You were unconscious. Your body was as cold as ice. I even thought you were dead until I felt the faintest pulse on your wrist. So I brought you to shore and took you to the local clinic where the doctors and nurses fought to save your life. And when you finally woke up... you didn’t remember a single thing. Not your name, where your came from or even your own voice." He paused to catch his breath.

"The doctor said you had sustained a traumatic blow to the head which lead to a post traumatic amnesia. Your mother and I did our best to provide all the medical expenses needed to help with your recovery. But due to the damage done to your brain cells, you simply couldn’t remember anything from your past. And since we didn’t know who you were or where you came from, we decided to give you a new life and a new identity."

The old fisherman exhaled, setting his mug on the table.

"I’m sorry, son for not being honest to you all this while. I did what any father in my situation would do to protect his son especially with the people who tried to murder you lurking out there in the open."

"So everything I thought I knew was all a lie." Argie voice trembled with deep emotions.

Before the old fishman could answer, soft footsteps shuffled from the kitchen.

Argie’s old adoptive mother stepped into the doorway, tears falling silently down her wrinkled cheeks.

"Please son, don’t be mad with us. You will always be Argie to us and the love we had for you was never a lie," She whispered in a quivering voice. "The truth is that we had a grown up son around your age, named August. But he died years ago, in a boating accident. We never thought we would be parent again. But the sea took pity on your father and I. It brought you to us in our darkest hour. And ever since that moment, you’ve filled out heart and home with happiness and laughter. Please forgive us."

Argie felt the air thicken around him. He pushed back his chair so suddenly it scraped harshly against the floorboards, causing his parents to flinch.

"I....I need some time alone." His voice shook, barely above a whisper. "Please."

His mother covered her mouth, nodding through her tears while his father rose to his feet, sorrow etched into every line of his face.

"Take all the time you need, son. We will be here when you return."

Blaze watched him leave quietly without stopping him. He waited until the door clicked shot before turning to the old parents and thanked them for rescuing his best friend.

"Would you be taking our son away from us?" The old woman enquired in a broken voice.

"I’m afraid yes." Blaze replied subtly. "His real family misses him and needs him in their lives too. But you’re welcome to join us and travel with your son around the world. We will forever remain indebted to you two and you will always remain his foster parents till death."

Argie, now Henry listened to Blaze words through the closed door. He pressed a trembling hand to his forehead as different emotions crashed down on him. He felt a blend of confusion, fear, betrayal, gratitude and grief washing over him.

Taking a long deep breath, he walked away, his gaze cast on the open sea.

"So I’m Henry after all?" He murmured, the name sounding alien to him. But as his mind drifted to the young beautiful woman who was supposed to be his girlfriend, a smile slowly crept up his face.

"Sarah....what a beautiful name for an angel." He thought.

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[The Cruise Ship — Sarah’s Cabin]

Sarah lay curled on the edge of the bed, her shoulders trembling as soft sobs tore through her.

Amelia sat beside her, rubbing her back gently, her own throat tight with worry.

"Why... why would he look me in the face and say he’s not Henry?" Sarah choked out, clutching the bedsheet tight. "Why would he pretend not to know me after everything we’ve been through together?"

"You need to stop crying my dear." Amelia whispered, though she could barely find the right words herself. "The most important thing is that he is alive. You saw him with your own eyes. I believe there is a perfect explanation for his reaction. We just have to wait for answers."

"Or maybe he doesn’t want me anymore," Sarah choked on her own word, her eyes hollow with pain. "Maybe he has found someone else or worse married."

Amelia’s heart squeezed. She opened her mouth to protest when her phone buzzed sharply in her pocket.

When she unlock the phone she saw that it was a message from Blaze.

[Blaze: Click the link below to connect to my YouTube private live stream now. Make sure Sarah is watching this too.]

Amelia’s brows furrowed slightly. "Sarah... hold on. I think Blaze wants us to see something." She tapped the link, swallowing a lump of unease as the screen loaded.

The moment the video opened, Henry’s face filled the her screen

"Henry." Sarah’s crying stopped instantly. She jerked upward, wiping her tears with trembling hands. "Turn it up," she whispered.

On the screen, Henry sat quietly in a small wooden room, shoulders tense and eyes downcast. Opposite him sat an older gray-haired man.

Blaze’s voice could be faintly heard off-camera, asking questions before the revelation came that knocked Sarah’s breath away.

After what felt like an eternity of watching the only man she had ever loved looking completely paralysed by the revelation, the livestream finally ended.

Silence swallowed the room as neither Sarah or Amelia said a word to each other, both their eyes fixed on the blank screen.

"Amnesia!" Sarah breathed. "So he wasn’t lying after all. "He truly doesn’t remember me."

"Exactly." Amelia nodded gently, releasing a sigh of relief. "Henry would never abandon you. He’s just lost and we need to help him find his way back."

Sarah stood abruptly, wiping her face with the back of her hand, her reddened eyes, sparkling with a renewed fire.

"Then I’ll help him find his way back," she declared, her voice trembling but determined. "I will help him remember me. Remember us. Even if I have to remind him one memory at a time."

"Now that is the spirit." Amelia clapped her hands joyful. Her phone buzzed again and this time it was a another message from Blaze

[Blaze: I need everyone to get ready. Henry and his foster parents are joining us for dinner.]