Dennis wanted to run, but couldn't summon any strength. He looked frantic and sweat poured down like rain. His eyes revealed his fear without any concealment. That little boy, who was adorable and elegant in every move, exuded an air of elegance. But it struck fear into his heart. How did he find him? How did he know that he had collided with them? Damn it, if only he had killed the child! "You're wrong? What mistake have you made? Let me hear it," Henry asked softly. Dennis froze, then suddenly covered his mouth. Oh no, he let slip the fact that he was the one who hit Jessica and her son. No one was supposed to know about it since there were no surveillance cameras on that street. "I..." Dennis was blocked, unable to say a word. He felt both scared and anxious, his face turning an unattractive shade of red. He looked disheveled and sleazy. Henry sneered in his heart. It was unfortunate that they were related by blood. What a tragedy for the family! "You can't say it?" Henry smi

Marcus put away the gun, turned around with a smile, and amid Dennis's horrifying screams, just as elegant and indifferent as ever, he said, "Antonio, could you do me a favor?" Antonio felt like he had been caught off guard, in this situation, could he refuse? "Okay!" Antonio said, coming over, with Henry following behind. Marcus swept a look at Dennis and said, "You see, my brother had his bone broken and was shot twice. I've heard you are a Miracle Doctor. Could you kindly teach me how to remove the bullets and mend the broken bone?" Antonio's eye twitched violently, even the six expressionless black-suited men from start to finish couldn't help but exchange glances. This situation was truly bizarre! This father and son duo were torturing Dennis to near death, with the son cutely watching on the side, while the father politely asked the doctor for help in saving Dennis. This scene was beyond ordinary strangeness. Henry covered his mouth and laughed. Daddy, your mind is truly

Henry cutely patted his head, smiling awkwardly, trying to brush it off and smoothly transition past it. Wow, his Daddy's mind was scattered to have made that association so quickly. He still wanted to delay it a few more days, admit it when his mommy woke up. Maintaining this kind of communication with him on the internet was quite nice. At the hospital, he had even mentioned that he didn't know if they were father and son. But, on the internet, he was calling him "dad" affectionately. He dug his own grave. This feeling... well, it sucked! "Tell me, is it true?" Marcus asked in a grave tone, his face filled with excitement. He took his hand and hit the whole family bucket, causing the cola to spill everywhere. "No answer, no food!" Henry remained silent. Dad, you're so talented! No answer, no food? Are you sure this behavior isn't childish? Are you even an adult? Henry remembered when he was in a kindergarten in France, two kids were fighting, and another one stood on the side

"I just woke up, so maybe I'm a little dizzy. Sweetie, they say patients often experience hallucinations!" Jessica calmly spoke, her mind was blank. Henry stayed silent. Dear Mommy, only mental patients often experience hallucinations, right? "Mommy, please stay calm!" Henry's childish voice contained a hint of amusement. "Sweetie, can I faint now?" Jessica muttered to herself, looking at Marcus. Her words were directed at Henry. She was considering if fainting now would be a good idea! After all, her body was still fragile, and fainting from a little shock was normal. Henry pursed his lips, feeling speechless about his mommy's naivety. Marcus's face darkened, and a storm brewed in his blue eyes. He smirked and crossed his arms. "Miss Jessica, you can faint if you want, but I'll be here waiting for you to wake up again!" Marcus emphasized the phrase "wake up again", almost squeezing it out through his teeth. "Mommy, I'll go find Grandpa and come back to accompany you later!" Henr

Jessica nodded knowingly, indicating that she understood. She paused, put on her customary smile, and made a reasonable suggestion. "I've seen it on TV and in novels. Usually, when the male lead has a car accident and loses his memory, it's because of a blood clot in the brain. Then, someone hits him, and inexplicably, his memory is restored. Mr. Marcus, how about you go out and find someone to hit you on the head with a steel pipe? It might help disperse the blood clot and restore your memory!" Marcus's face turned pitch black, his anger raging. He really wanted to smash that smiling face of hers. It was too damn dazzling. Hitting himself with a steel pipe? It was unbelievable that she said such a thing. By doing this, did he even have a chance to survive? "Before doing that, I'll tear open your head!" Mr. Marcus gnashed his teeth. "You're so bloody and lack a sense of humor. It's just a joke! Tell me, why are you so insistent on knowing what happened eight years ago?" Jessica was