He suddenly frowned, and those dark past memories, that kind of life so bewildering that he didn't know what it meant to be alive, once again surfaced in his mind.
His eyes seemed to start hurting again, a wave of piercing pain stabbing his nerves.
"Mabel Quinn, have you sought me out to talk? Why did you come to me today, what exactly is your purpose?" Back then, the only person willing to approach him, willing to talk to him, was Grace. If she really did speak to him, why didn't he remember?
His memory wasn't that poor yet.
"I just wanted to know if you are the Isaac Zimmerman brother in my memory, I..."
With a bang, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and Grace Yowell rushed in in a hurry. Upon seeing the scene in front of her, her face instantly turned pale, "Mabel Quinn, what are you doing?!"
"Grace." Daniel Harris frowned even more deeply, the nerve pain in his eyes starting to spread from his eyes to his head.
