The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1101 Lost Memory
Missing?

This was an answer Anson had not expected, and the cause and effect did not connect the dots.

Anson looked at Lucas, "So, I found my way back?"

"Wait, Luca, are you sure I'm your brother? I'm not a fake? Do you want to do a DNA test to confirm it? It would be bad if we're wrong."

Anson made a small joke in an attempt to lighten the mood, for the sadness and heaviness that permeated the air was almost stagnant.

Can't breathe.

However, this time Anson's joke did not work.

Lucas's eyes were full of struggle.

"Two days later, a letter arrived at home with a photo and a cut-out letter."

"They're asking for a hundred thousand dollars."

Anson was stunned——

Is this...kidnapping?
If it is a kidnapping, the criminals will not notify the child's parents at all. They will just sell the child without telling the child and the child will disappear into the sea and may never be found again.

However, this is not the case.

So, this is a kidnapping, and it is very likely a premeditated kidnapping.

At this point, Anson was very calm, because he had no memory at all, and now it was like he was listening to a story, and he could analyze it objectively.

But Lucas had no choice.

For a very, very long time, he never recalled that memory, and he thought he had completely forgotten it and his wounds had all healed.

Actually, no.

Everything was so vivid, he could still remember every detail clearly:
In the Polaroid photo, Anson was a small figure, tied to a chair, blindfolded and mouth covered. There were stains on his bloodless cheeks, and his clothes were covered with mud and dust. The scrapes on his arms and knees were not bandaged at all and were also covered with filth.

The background seems to be a basement, and Anson is abandoned alone in a pile of bricks and garbage.

Closing his eyes, Lucas could still hear his mother's heart-wrenching cries and his father's footsteps moving back and forth. Even if he locked himself in the closet and covered his ears with both hands, those sounds still continued to come in, and the roar and noise almost swallowed him.

His parents never blamed him, but he knew——

"That's my fault."

Lucas still thinks so.

"If I hadn't taken you out, if I hadn't let go of your hand..."

Anson tried to pat Lucas on the shoulder, but found it too difficult. His right hand froze in mid-air. "But I finally came back, didn't I?"

Lucas was shaking his head, hard, the pain in his eyes struggling.

"No, it shouldn't be like this."

"We delivered the cash as requested, but they didn't release you right away. Instead, they packed up their things and ran away without a trace. Then they mailed your location information to your home."

"It was five days later when the police found you."

"you you……"

At that time, Anson was abandoned in the garbage dump in the basement like a stray dog, dying, with his breath barely loose. His skinny figure seemed like it would break with the slightest hug.

Lucas could never forgive himself. Ever.

He had come so close to losing Anson.

The brother he had always thought about, the brother he had always taken under his wings, the brother he tried to protect with all his heart and soul.

But because of his stupidity and recklessness, he almost disappeared forever.

Even though he narrowly escaped death, Anson still went through such pain and suffering. It is hard to imagine.

However, Lucas must remind himself all the time——

This is not about him. His guilt and pain can never compare to the horror that Anson has experienced personally. He should spend his whole life protecting Anson.

"You were in a coma for three days in the hospital."

"When you wake up, you won't remember anything."

Lucas has been restraining himself, trying to downplay the whole thing as much as possible and avoid exaggerating the pain and darkness, but in just a few words, too many secrets have been revealed, and the matter is far more than that.

In the first two days, everything was in a fog, and they were anxious and tormented.

In the following five days, they tried their best but still received no answer.

The last three days were like a frightened bird, tormented by anxiety and uneasiness.

What we can see and cannot see, what we cannot say, are far more thrilling than we can imagine.

What's even more cruel is that no one knows what Anson went through during those ten days.

The short ten days seemed as long as a century. Every minute and every second was torture. The Wood family could only guess and describe it through their own imagination, and then they were attacked by their own guilt and self-blame until they were completely exhausted.

Now, all the questions finally have answers.

Beneath the calm surface, there are always hidden scars, scars deep enough to see the bones.

Happiness is just an illusion, a carefully created illusion.

Lucas plucked up his courage and looked at Anson again, only to find that Anson had a calm face and was not alarmed. Not only did he not struggle, but he looked at him with concern, as if he was the one who had experienced all that pain and torture back then.

"Anson...you, you really don't remember?"

Lucas asked carefully.

When Anson woke up, after a brief moment of relief and joy, the Wood family seemed to be in a dilemma. They were not sure whether they should ask Anson about what happened in those ten days, nor did they know whether they would cause secondary harm to Anson.

However, Anson remembered nothing, as if nothing had happened.

Anson even pestered Lucas, saying that he wanted to go to the carnival in Brooklyn. It was not until Lucas told him that the carnival had gone away that Anson became quiet with a lonely look on his face.

They consulted a psychiatrist and also gave Anson a comprehensive brain examination.

But to no avail.

Those ten days seemed to be erased from Anson's mind.

Lucas always believed that Anson was pretending, and he chose to keep silent and pretend that nothing happened in order to comfort them.

It's been more than ten years since I started pretending.

As time went by, Lucas began to convince himself that maybe Anson had really forgotten, maybe they should all pretend that nothing had happened, maybe this was the best solution for Anson and them.

But when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Lucas couldn't help but recall those memories, tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.

If - just suppose, if Anson remembered everything, but they all pretended that nothing happened, how cruel would that be?

They have already hurt Anson once, are they going to continue to hurt Anson for more than ten years?
It was just a thought, but it tormented Lucas over and over again.

They kept telling themselves that the incident was over, that all the scars and memories were forgotten, and that they should learn to move on with their lives; however, the impact of the incident never disappeared, and was even deeply rooted in their souls, blurring their flesh and blood.

And what about Anson?

It turns out that Anson is the same. Those nightmares are always hidden in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Or has Anson never forgotten them?
Lucas looked at Anson, his eyes showing a hint of uneasiness and fear.

(End of this chapter)