My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

CHAPTER 441

“It’s been over two days now, and Xan still hasn’t woken up. If anything happens to her, I can’t even bear the thought!” Susanna sobbed Into Christopher Nightshade’s arms, who tried his best to comfort her amidst his own deep concem, “Don’t worry, Xan is blessed with great fortune; shell pull through.” 

“Xan has been lying to us, saying she was playing at a friend’s house. She left early and came back late every day. Who would’ve thought she was waiting for someone, and for more than half a month! The teacher said that person transferred schools long ago!” 

“Susanna, do you think it’s because Ethan moved on to higher grade and Samuel went off to that intense summer camp, leaving Xan feeling lonely without anyone to accompany her?” 

“I 

swear, once she wakes up, I’ll find her as many playmates as she wants. I’d even consider adopting If that’s what it takes!” Under her family’s tender care, Xanthea finally woke up on the third day. 

It felt like she had been in a chaotic, dreamless sleep. When she awoke, her mind was blank, with all the scenes and people from the dream faded away, leaving no trace. 

“Xan, oh thank God, you’re awake!” 

“You scared the life out of me!” 

Samuel cried, tears of joy streaming down his face as he hugged her. 

Xanthea, however, furrowed her delicate brows in confusion and surprise, “Mom, who’s this crybaby?” 

“?” Samuel froze, then his face changed as he touched her little head, “Xan, you don’t recognize your second brother? Did fever make you stupid?” 

“Samuel, stop talking nonsense! Xan recognizes me, doesn’t she?” 

“Yeah, and she knows me too.” 

After a brief check–up, the doctor reassured them, “Don’t worry. Her physical and cognitive functions are fine. It’s just the prolonged fever might have caused some neural damage leading to partial memory loss. Or it could be psychological, But this isn’t necessarily bad. It means her body is trying to heal itself. 

“Memories are like a videotape; it’s hard to lose them completely. Often, the brain might hide or selectively forget certain memories for self–preservation. These memories could resurface over time with familiar faces and experiences. There’s no need for too much 

concem.” 

“That’s a relief, Christopher and Susanna sighed, while Samuel grumbled, “But why does she remember our parents and elder brother, even our uncle, but forgets only me?” 

The doctor smiled, “Look on the bright side. Maybe you’re the most important to her occupying a large part of her memory and influencing her emotions greatly. To recover quickly, her brain chose to delete you.” 

Samuel became happy at that. Of course, he was his little sister’s most important person! 

While the Nightshade family discussed Xanthea’s condition with the doctor, Matthew Martinez, who had come with the Martinez family to visit, quietly stepped into the room. His gaze fixed on the little girl, finding her absolutely beautiful. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Who are you?” Xanthea looked at him curiously. 

“I’m Matthew, but you can call me.” He paused, remembering her mumbling about “Ori” while she was unconscious and changed his words, “You can call me Matt. That sounds nicer.” 

The name “Matt” brought a strong sense of familiarity and joy, as if they were connected to someone in her memory. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall the person’s face, even to the point of a headache. 

But deep down, she felt it wasn’t the boy standing before her.