2025-10-22 15:40:37Linda slipped her arm under Charlie’s, steadying him as he staggered slightly from the lingering weakness in his body. The IV drip still dangled loosely behind him, but he pulled it out with a calmness that startled even himself. For years he had endured humiliation, but something about this moment felt different—as though he was walking away from more than just a hospital bed.
Nancy’s shrill voice cut through the air. “You think you can just walk away from me, Charlie? Don’t forget—you owe everything to me! Without me, you’d be nothing!”
Linda didn’t even spare her a glance. Her focus was only on Charlie, her tone soft but firm. “You don’t need to respond to her. Some voices aren’t worth hearing.”
Charlie let out a small breath, neither confirming nor denying her words. He simply followed her lead, each step heavy yet strangely liberating.
Before Nancy could spit out another insult, the hospital door swung open and the doctor hurried inside, face flushed with excitement.
“Ms. Nancy! Your mother… she’s awake!”
Nancy’s eyes widened, her anger evaporating instantly. “What? She—she’s awake?”
“Yes,” the doctor nodded quickly. “She opened her eyes just now. Her condition is stable enough for you to see her.”
Without sparing Charlie another word, Nancy bolted past them and disappeared down the hallway, her heels clicking frantically against the tiles.
Linda’s lips curved in the faintest of smirks. “Fate has a funny way of silencing people when they’re not worth the breath.”
Charlie said nothing. His silence carried more weight than words could.
Together, they stepped out of the ward, and the moment they exited the hospital doors, Charlie froze.
The sight before him was surreal.
Dozens of luxury cars lined the entrance, gleaming under the sunlight. Their polished exteriors reflected the awestruck faces of bystanders who had gathered, whispering among themselves. A Rolls-Royce Phantom led the fleet, flanked by Bentleys and Maybachs, while bodyguards in sharp black suits stood at attention, forming a corridor of respect that stretched toward him.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
“Who is he?” someone whispered.
“I thought he was just some useless son-in-law…” another murmured.
“Look at those cars! Even the richest families in town don’t travel with a convoy like that!”
Charlie’s lips parted slightly, disbelief etching across his features. “What… what is all this?”
Linda’s expression softened as she leaned closer, her voice low and reverent. “Believe it or not, Charlie… this is the most low-key welcome I could arrange for you on such short notice.”
Charlie blinked, utterly speechless.
The bodyguards bowed in unison, their voices firm and disciplined. “Welcome back, sir!”
He felt a strange stir in his chest. Some distant part of him recognized this scene, as though buried deep within his lost memories, but the clarity refused to surface. All he could manage was a shaky breath as Linda guided him toward the Rolls-Royce.
Inside the plush leather interior, the world outside seemed to vanish. The hum of the engine was almost soothing, but Charlie’s mind swirled with questions. He finally turned to Linda. “You keep saying I was someone else… that I lost my memory. If that’s true, then why don’t I remember anything? Not even a trace?”
Linda folded her hands neatly in her lap, her gaze steady. “Because your memory loss wasn’t natural. It was forced. Years ago, you were attacked—someone wanted you erased, not just from power, but from existence. The blow you suffered damaged your mind, wiping away everything… your strength, your skills, your knowledge.”
Charlie frowned. “Skills? What kind of skills?”
“Medicine,” Linda said softly. “Not just ordinary knowledge, but mastery. You were once the most sought-after miracle doctor. The wealthiest, most influential people in this country—and beyond—begged for your treatment. Your hands saved lives that others had declared impossible to save.”
Her words echoed in the quiet of the car, every syllable heavy with truth.
Charlie gave a bitter laugh. “Me? A miracle doctor? Look at me now. I can’t even stop a nurse from draining me dry.”
Linda’s eyes flickered with something between pity and determination. “That may be true for now. The attack may have stolen your memories and dulled your skills… but not your legacy. Even without your medical prowess, the fortune you amassed from treating the elite remains untouched.”
He stiffened. “Fortune?”
Linda nodded. “Assets worth tens of billions. Properties. Companies. Networks. All hidden under layers of protection. While you were living like a beggar, the world outside still bowed to the name you’ve forgotten.”
Charlie fell silent, his chest tightening. Tens of billions? A hidden fortune? It all sounded like a cruel joke. Yet the conviction in Linda’s tone didn’t waver for a second.
He rubbed his temples, trying to process it all. “So what now? You expect me to just… accept this? Pretend I’m someone I don’t even remember being?”
“No,” Linda said firmly. “I expect you to reclaim what’s yours, piece by piece. Until the full truth returns to you, I’ve arranged something simpler—an identity, a starting point. From there, the rest will unfold.”
The convoy cruised smoothly through the city streets, finally pulling to a stop before a towering skyscraper. Its mirrored glass exterior gleamed against the skyline, the name emblazoned boldly across the top floors—Skydome Pharmaceuticals.
Charlie stepped out of the car, his jaw tightening as he tilted his head back to take it in. The building rose like a monument, dwarfing everything around it.
“This…” His voice trailed. “This is—”
“The largest pharmaceutical company in the city,” Linda finished for him, her tone carrying the weight of finality. She stepped closer, her lips curving into a small but knowing smile. “And from today onward… it’s yours.”
Charlie froze, stunned. “Mine?”
Linda’s eyes gleamed with quiet certainty. “Yes. You are the CEO of Skydome Pharmaceuticals. The board already awaits your arrival.”
The words thundered in his ears, leaving him dizzy. Just hours ago, he had been a man drained to the brink of death, mocked as useless, discarded like trash.
And now?
Now he stood before a towering empire that bore his name.
Charlie clenched his fists slowly, a strange fire kindling in his chest. Somewhere deep inside, something stirred—something fierce, something familiar.
Perhaps he wasn’t ready to believe it all just yet. But one thing was certain.
The world was about to remember him. It wasn't when, rather how?
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Chapter 140
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Chapter 139
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Chapter 138
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Chapter 137
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