The human heart is fickle, and I'm afraid that by then, Brandan will stop him from unlocking the hypnosis for Iris Harris.
Brandan neither agreed nor disagreed, just nodded carelessly. Although there was a slight knot in William Moore's heart, he didn't say more. After taking a call, he hurriedly left.
Brandan leaned against the window, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. Remembering that Iris was still waiting for him in the ward, he hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette and went to the ward.
He knew what William was worrying about, but how could he reassure others about something he himself couldn't guarantee?
He could only keep himself rational, telling himself that it was just a dream. However, how long could he maintain this, how long could he stay clear-headed…
He wasn't sure himself.
If this was indeed a beautiful dream, if he could make it last a lifetime, could he really let Iris regain her memory?
