Aiden paused but didn’t turn back to look. And his arrogance only made Caden clench his fingers. "Karma comes to everyone. Don’t you feel this might come back to you? I became a helpless father today. What if, down the timeline, one such day comes when you are equally left powerless?" "I won’t be a father like you, Mr. Martin," Aiden said, his voice dipped with confidence. "Also, instead of caring about my karma, care about yours. Don’t try to trigger anything that would cost you more than you could afford." And with that said, he didn’t linger there for long. Resuming his walk, he simply left, closing the door after him. As the door closed, Caden gritted, fuming in anger. "Let me see, Aiden, how long can you carry this arrogance of yours? I don’t believe, I can’t find a way to teach you a lesson." Meanwhile, on the other side of the city — Alfred finally pulled the car up at the entrance of a fine dining restaurant, before announcing. "Madam, we have reached." Arwen looked out of the window and read. "Thank you, Alfred," she said, giving a grateful nod before adding, "You can take the car to the parking. I will give you a call once I am done." Alfred nodded politely. Arwen smiled before turning to push the door open to step out of the car. Walking inside the restaurant, she paused in her step when an attendant came to greet her. "Hello, good afternoon, ma’am. How may I help you?" Arwen smiled at her. "Hello! I am here to meet a friend of mine. Can you guide me the way, please?" "Sure, ma’am," the attendant responded politely. "Please come with me." And with that, she guided her to the desk where the records of the guest lists were maintained. "Ma’am, may I have your friend’s name, please?" Arwen nodded. "Dr. Reese Calvin." The attendant checked through the list and smiled, finding the name there. "Found it. It’s table number eleven," she said, glancing up. "Please come with me, I will take you there." Arwen smiled and followed her. And not long after, her eyes found Dr. Calvin sitting at the table on the peaceful corner of the restaurant. Once they were there at the table, the attendant said, "Here is the table, ma’am. Hope you have a great time with us." Arwen nodded and smiled, watching her retreat. When the attendant was gone, she turned to look at Reese and greeted him with polite grace. "Dr. Calvin!" "Please take a seat," he stood up to gesture for her to a seat across from him. "I hope you don’t mind me asking you here instead of some other setting." She shook her head. "Definitely not. Instead, I should thank you for sparing this time for me. After all, this falls outside your working hours, and I am simply intruding." "The doctors don’t have anything called outside the working hours. We have sworn to dedicate both ourselves and our time to humankind. So, don’t feel like that." Reese said before offering her the menu. "Please." "Thank you," she said, before taking it to order a few things. She wasn’t here for lunch, but knowing how difficult it was to get the reservations at Mason d’Or, she didn’t want to ruin it for Calvin. So, she decided to play along the way that suited the setting the best. As they finally finished ordering the lunch, Arwen finally turned to look at Reese. Reese glanced at her and nodded, asking, "Now, tell me why you wanted to meet so urgently?" "It’s regarding my situation, Dr. Calvin," Arwen said without beating around the bush. "After leaving your clinic yesterday, I figured out something." "It’s not just that I lost my memories after the accident," she began, her voice as serious as it could be, "but even my personality changed a lot. I remained like nothing I used to be earlier." Reese’s brows furrowed when he heard her. "But that couldn’t be the case. I checked your reports. It wasn’t altered. Even your current diagnosis didn’t show anything." "It didn’t," Arwen admitted, but the frown between her brows simply didn’t ease. "And that’s why I feel there is something else that we can’t see —neither in my current diagnosis nor in my previous medical reports." Reese frowned, not clearly understanding what Arwen was trying to say. "Tell me what you are suspicious about. And I might tell you whether it’s possible or not," he said. She nodded and then began, "Dr. Calvin, I was simply browsing something when I came to know that there are also drugs that cause people to lose their memories. Is it true?" Reese nodded. "There are such drugs, but they always leave a trace behind. And your medical reports showed no such trace." Arwen frowned. "Are you sure of that?" she asked, and he nodded. "Yes, I checked through it as well." Chapters first released on novel-fire.net "Then, is there a possibility of a drug that leaves no trace behind?" Arwen asked, almost desperately. Reese stared at her, his brows severely drawing together. He didn’t answer her; he just looked at her. And when Arwen realized that she almost acted out of the manner, she closed her eyes, sighing inwardly. Opening her eyes, she apologized. "I am sorry. I didn’t mean to —" But before she could, Reese spoke, "There are a few drugs like that." And he nodded, explaining, "But those drugs are strictly prohibited for use on anyone. People wouldn’t use it carelessly until they have a strong intent and reason to." Arwen paused. She thought for a moment, her brows only furrowing, thinking of the possibility. "Then could it be possible that any such drug is infused to me as well, that not just made me forget the part of my life but also my real self?" "..." Once again, Reese didn’t respond to her. He just looked at her. And the longer the silence stretched, the deeper Arwen’s frown grew. Not able to take it any longer, she asked, "Is there a way find this out, Dr. Calvin?"