However, he spoke more politely now, even to her.
Emma Hart couldn't deny the slight joy she felt when she heard the question come from Damien Sterling's lips. It showed that, deep down, in his very soul, this man remembered her—her outline, her appearance. Though he didn't recognize her standing before him now, Emma Hart believed that one day he would remember her.
"I told you before, we don't know each other. You're quite strange, mister. I remember you asking me last time if you had any children. How could you not know if you have children? What kind of father are you?" Emma Hart didn't quite understand why, but she felt an urge to reprimand Damien Sterling.
But as soon as she spoke, she regretted it. Wasn't she being too harsh on a man who had lost his memory? She was asking him to remember her, to remember their child, but he was ill.
