Charming Mommy of adorable triplets Novel novel Chapter 623

Chapter 623

Nolan was standing in the darkness, and no light, nothing could be seen.

The psychologist looked at his pocket watch, took the paper Quincy handed to him, and said, “Can you see the scene of the incident?”

Scene of the incident?

Sweat rolled down Nolan’s brows.

The psychologist hinted, “When your wife got into the car accident, you went over to the scene.”

Nolan was standing in the darkness, frozen on the spot, but he could see the fire from afar. He took heavy steps toward that direction, some sounds floating around in his mind.

“Zee, I’m sorry, Zee…

“We don’t need to be divorced, don’t leave me…”

Nolan stared at the man kneeling in front of the car, crying his heart out.

His breathing stopped as a head-splitting sharp humming started, drowning out all the surrounding noises.

“Nolan!”

He slowly raised his head.

Maisie was in front of him with a swaddle in hand and walking toward him with a smile. “We have another child. Look, he looks so much like you.”

Maisie showed the child to him, but it was just a bloody chunk of flesh.

Nolan immediately sat up, looking pale and covered in a cold sweat.

Quincy walked over to him. “Are you alright, Mr. Goldmann?”

The psychologist put the pocket watch away and sat down on the couch. Quincy looked at him, “Did the suggestion not work? Why is he so afraid?”

The doctor answered, “Memory impairment is usually caused by trauma in the brain. There might be some hindrance with psychotherapy with his current condition. There’s something in his subconscious that he is trying to avoid.”

Didn’t Maisie avoid telling him for the same reason?

Quincy was caught in a tough spot because Nolan was shooting daggers at him, but the door was pushed open just then

Quincy relaxed when he saw who came in

Maisie walked in and looked at them, curious. “What’s going on?”

“Mr. Goldmann just finished his… psychotherapy.”

After Quincy said that, Maisie walked to Nolan.” What’s wrong?”

Nolan turned to look at Maisie and saw the woman who was carrying a bloody swaddle walking toward him. The smile was one of hatred, and it suffocated him

He was afraid of the Maisie, who felt so foreign.

‘No, don’t