Chapter 1482 Reopen Old Wounds

Louis had really hurt her this time. It had already been challenging enough to get close to her because
of disagreements here and there. Now, the situation had gotten even worse.

Taylor had always been well-known in the medical industry. Aside from the fact that she was naturally
good at what she did, people testified time and time again about how serious and responsible she was.
Sometimes, people joked about how, if a person got in the way of Taylor's job, they were as good as
banished.

At the thought of this, Louis was reminded that he should not make rash decisions. Moreover, it was his
brother, whom he cared about very much, lying on the bed. No matter how much this whole thing with
Taylor bothered him, he had no choice but to put these thoughts aside for now.

Scott, who was receiving treatment, had no idea that for a few minutes, such a thing had happened in
that very room. While it was happening, he was immersed in his own memories.

He still remembered feeling sad when the frame holding the family photo shattered into pieces.

"Fortunately, the photo itself is still intact. We can just clean this up and buy a new picture frame. Let's
say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and wish our family good health and safety!" His parents
didn't blame him. His mother even pulled him back toward the dining table and said, "We know you're
hungry. Dinner's going to be ready soon."

His father smiled as he cleaned up. "Our son is still growing. If you're hungry, you can start without me."

Just like that, the issue with the family photo had become a thing of the past. It had already been
forgotten. The family sat at the table, talking and laughing heartily. What had happened next? What on
earth had happened next?

Scott could not remember.



"Later that evening, someone knocked at the door. At first, your parents didn't think much of it. They
thought it was an old neighbor dropping by for a visit, so they opened the door. You were in your room.
From there, you could hear a man's voice. You cracked open the door so that you could sneak a peek.
Did you see his face clearly? Do you still remember what he looks like?"

Even though Taylor had been speaking softly, Louis clenched his fists.

The two exchanged nervous glances. They held their breath as they watched Scott.

They knew that the truth was about to be revealed.

When Louis thought about that exact moment, Scott's breaking point, he found himself growing furious.
If the man Taylor was describing really was the person behind all this, he would not let that person get
away so easily.

That man had turned Scott from a handsome and sunny boy to...this. Louis vowed that he would make
sure that that person lived for a long time. He wanted him to spend his whole life atoning for what he
had done to Scott and his family.

"No... I don't know... Don't... Get out..." Scott murmured and began to struggle.

"Scott, relax. It's okay. You're in safe hands. You're doing very well. Now, I need you to focus on the
strange man. Does he look strong? He's a little taller than your father, about 1.85 meters tall?"

"Yes... No..." Scott murmured.

Louis felt powerless as he watched his brother struggle. He wanted nothing more than to be able to
help him and Taylor.

Now, however, there was nothing that he could do to help Taylor or to protect Scott.



Subconsciously, he took two steps forward. Taylor shot him a look and shook her head slightly.

Now that Louis had stopped in his tracks, Taylor turned her attention back to Scott. "Does he have a
wide forehead, small eyes, and a beard? Would you describe him as balding? Does he look a little
slovenly to you? Relax and think back to that time, Scott. Was my description correct?" Scott began to
struggle more fiercely now, prompting Taylor to feel a little anxious.

The image of the man who had only been a shadow in Scott's mind seemed to gradually become
clearer.

Yes, he still remembered the man's laughter. Then came the horrible realization—he now also
remembered his parents' terrified screams.

He had never heard his parents scream like that.

Before he could react, he realized that the floors and the walls of their house were now covered with
blood.

Taylor and Louis didn't know what was going on in Scott's mind. Unable to do a thing, they watched him
flailing about as if he was trying to escape or rush over to someone or something.

Just then, the boy's screams filled the room, "Father! Mother!" His eyes shot open, and he sat up. The
next second, he fell back down.

Upon realizing that Scott might fall down onto the floor, Louis quickly ran to the bed to catch him. He
supported his brother's weight with one arm. With the other, he helped position Scott comfortably on
the bed. With undisguised anxiety, he turned to Taylor, who had walked over to the bedside.

"What's wrong with him? Hasn't he been emotionally stable these days?"



Taylor approached Scott and carefully checked to make sure that he was fine. She then took a look at
the anxious Louis and comforted him. "He's fine. Don't worry about him. Let's let him get some rest
first. Can we go out and talk for a second?"

Although Scott's condition had improved recently, he seemed to have been overstimulated this time. It
remained difficult for him to recollect what had transpired that fateful night.

But...

some things were almost certain.

"Is he really okay? Is there anything we need to pay special attention to?" Louis asked anxiously as
soon as he had stepped out the door. Scott's behavior had shaken him to his core. If it wasn't Taylor
who had done the procedure, he would have considered changing doctors, maybe even several ones
to take her place.

"Scott lost consciousness because the exercise was more than he could take," Taylor explained.

"Will he go back to being unstable when he wakes up?" Louis asked, concerned. Although Louis felt
uncomfortable hearing Taylor's cold voice, his top priority right now was dealing with his brother's
condition. He and Taylor could discuss their relationship some other time.

After some thought, Taylor shook her head and said, "Theoretically, this is impossible, but we won't
know anything until he wakes up. If anything comes up, feel free to call."

Although she tried her best to stay away from Louis, she simply couldn't. Scott was her patient. As a
doctor, her professional ethics still made her put her patients first.

Louis felt relieved upon hearing Taylor's response. He thought about the purpose of this visit and was
desperate to know the results.



Taylor had seen through Louis at a glance. That was why she was talking to him this time.

"During the treatment, I was encouraging Scott to recall what his parents' assailant looked like.
However, the features I mentioned were those of Bill," she explained. "Judging from Scott's reaction,
it's likely that Bill is our murderer," she added.

"Bill," Louis repeated, gritting his teeth as he spoke. He wanted nothing more than to tear the man to
pieces for what he had done.

Concern flashed on Taylor's face as she watched Louis. But just as soon as it had appeared, it was
gone.

Pursing her lips to hide her unease, she continued, "Now, all I can say is that Bill is likely to be the
murderer."


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