“Including her life here and all the connections she made.”
“Unfortunately, she remembers one connection.”
“Oh?”
“Kyle. She keeps having all these memories of Kyle.” He shook his head as the reality of the situation washed over him. With a frown, he studied his distorted image in the liquid’s reflective surface.
“Dr. Carter? I can’t imagine that is very pleasant for her.”
Grant offered his butler an unimpressed stare. “Unfortunately, each memory seems to be positive to her. And she keeps reaching out to him for more information in the hopes that it will help her remember more. I hate it.”
“I can imagine, sir. Hopefully, she will soon regain memories of others.”
“Oh, well, she did. She had one memory of me while we were talking outside.”
“And?” Worthington pressed.
“Remember the time I had her followed because I thought she was seeing someone else?”
“But it turned out to be her brother-in-law. Yes, I recall.”
“Well, that’s the memory she has of me. She has a memory of us arguing over it.”
Worthington tugged his lips back with a wince.
“Yeah, exactly, Worthington. She has two positive memories of Kyle and one negative one of me. And after she got it, she jetted away as fast as she could.” Grant let his forehead fall into his palm. “This is a disaster.”
“Though it is quite good news that her memories are returning.”
“I just hope they all come back, not these bits and pieces. It’s making things worse.”
“You connected with her once, sir, you will again.”
“Not if she’s constantly with Kyle, and he’s spreading all his misinformation.”
Worthington offered him an amused glance. “Do you really believe Mrs. Harrington will not eventually figure it out? She has successfully pieced together many things while with us.”
Grant sighed as he stared at the bourbon again. “I don’t know, Worthington. I wish I did. That would make this so much easier.”
“I think you are giving her far too little credit, sir. She successfully prevented you from being set up for murder, she is the one who discovered the connection between you and Dr. Carter, and she pieced together the tax returns.”
“That was before she nearly died.”
“You think she is not the same woman?”
“I think she’s confused and scared. And I think she’s turning to Kyle because that’s the only connection she knows. I’m worried that could change everything.”
“But with her memories returning–“
“Some of them, Worthington. Just some of them. What if they never come back? What if this is all she remembers?” He traced the rim of his glass as worry washed over him again.
“If I may, sir, Mrs. Harrington was always independent. Perhaps, in her journey to rediscover her past, she will rediscover the bond between you. It’s just only the memories, but the emotions we carry with them that define the connection.”
He let the words sink in, finding a sliver of hope in them, but it did little to ease his concern. “Did you know she called me right before her accident and said she knew who was behind DG? If that guy hadn’t hit her, this may have all been over. We could have figured out how to stop what’s happening to Harrington Global, I could have told her the truth…”
His voice trailed off as the mix of loss and lament cropped up.
“Yet, that did not happen, sir. Perhaps it’s best not to dwell on what didn’t happen and work on what’s to come.”