"I heard the nurse say that you drove Isla away. Why did you drive Isla away for no good reason?"
His attitude toward Isla, holding her in the palm center of his hand for fear of breaking her, how could he willingly drive her away?
He was wounded so deeply that even without anesthesia, seeing Isla, all the pain he probably already couldn't feel anymore.
Isla was his best anesthetic and his lifeline antidote.
Edward Benson glanced outside the window, his voice tinged with subtle melancholy, "Lan Singh, I shouldn't hold Isla back, she is free."
Her man is free, and likewise, her heart should be free.
Now she has amnesia, the memories she lost, all are about him.
Now, only he lives with memories from before, all his sacrifices, his deep love for her, to Isla, are a burden.
Without memory, to her, Edward Benson is a complete stranger.
Having her be with a stranger is truly demanding the impossible.
And he... the last thing he wishes to do is force her.
