"..."
James Mason heard this and remained silent for a long time.
In an instant, the temperature in the entire study seemed to drop dramatically. The assistants brought by Douglas Scott, who were not accustomed to such scenes, turned slightly pale. Even Douglas himself was sweating coldly.
Perhaps even he had not anticipated that there would be someone in this world whom he couldn't hypnotize.
However, if not for such stubbornness, how could an ordinary person survive ten years of hopeless waiting?
If the meaning of a person's existence lies in memory, then erasing those memories would be akin to death for that person.
James lowered his head and looked at the unconscious Iris Harris. His dark eyes glinted with a somber light. After a long while, he murmured, "Even if it means death, you refuse to forget him?" After saying this, he suddenly let out a cold laugh, "The more you wish to remember him, the more I won't allow it!"
