Walter Schmidt's face changed drastically as he abruptly released his grip and then took two quick steps to the front of the hospital bed. He picked up Emily Stone, his large hand cradling her little face, forcing her to look at him.
"Emily Stone, you look at me and tell me—who am I!?" He suppressed his emotions, not wanting his anger to frighten her, "Tell me..."
"I..." Emily Stone's mind was in complete disarray at that moment; she stared at the man in front of her for a long time without speaking, her face expressionless.
"Emily..." A sharp pain struck his chest, and seeing her like this, Walter Schmidt finally believed the doctor's words.
His arms began to tremble violently, his entire body ice-cold as if he were plunged into an icy abyss.
She didn't remember him? She really didn't remember him!?
The shaking in his hands grew worse, and Walter Schmidt's hands gradually loosened, gently placing her back onto the hospital bed before standing up.
