After fetching Grandpa Doctor, Abigail Trent re-bandaged the wound and applied medicine to it.
Despite the doctor being elderly and having poor eyesight, his medical skill was superb. He could accurately administer injections without needing to see the patient, only by feeling their hand. In the past few days, every time the elderly doctor was called to help, all the nurse at his clinic needed to do was prepare the medicines in the IV drip bags ahead of time, saving a lot of trouble.
As dusk fell, Suzanne Trent took Abigail to the bathroom for a bath, and then lulled her to sleep in the next room. Finally, she left the room, her shoulder still somewhat sore and aching.
The man occupying her bed was still in a coma. She only glanced at him before stepping back into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, Suzanne emerged wearing a comfortable white nightgown while wringing out her wet hair as she walked.
A woman, radiating the fresh scent of shower gel, sat on a sofa not far from the bed. As soon as she sat down, the man on the bed opened his eyes.
"I must be out of my mind for planning to sleep on the couch for the fourth night straight, all for the sake of a stranger who isn't related to me." The woman put the towel aside, picked up a jar of moisturizer, and applied it on her face casually.
But no matter what he claimed, she didn't believe that amnesia could just occur out of the blue. She had to find an opportunity to probe him thoroughly.
The severely injured man lying in her bed looked handsome and sturdy, his enticing physique not fully concealed even under the thin quilt.
Without uttering a word, Mason King turned his eyes towards Suzanne.
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Two days later, the man in the bed finally "woke up" again.
"Awake again?" Suzanne arches her eyebrow at him.
Before Mason could answer, she tossed a thick dictionary at him.
The dictionary landed squarely on his wound, causing him to grunt in pain. He tossed her a glance and replied in a hoarse voice laced with agony, "Are you trying to finish me off? Hurting me like this might be more merciful than stabbing me outright."
Suzanne stared back at his irresistibly handsome face: "You claimed you lost your memory, right? Since you have been occupying my bed for so many days, I can't keep calling you 'Hey, hey.' Pick a name for yourself. Despite your amnesia, you should still be able to recognize words, right?"
Supporting himself with one hand, Mason King tried to sit up but struggled due to the weakness from not eating for several days. He leaned against the headboard and asked, "Can I eat something first?"
Suzanne was taken aback by his audacity: "Are you really asking me for food?"
Mason's expression remained calm, "Do you think a normal person can survive many days on just a few glucose injections?"
Seeing that he had already picked up the dictionary, Suzanne relented, "I have some rice porridge simmering in the kitchen. I will bring you a bowl. This dictionary was borrowed from the schoolboy next door, so don't damage it!"
"Okay."
Suzanne turned and headed for the kitchen.
Mason King glanced at the object in his hand, casually flipping through two pages, hearing the sounds from the kitchen, and smelling the faint fresh fragrance of the white porridge in the air.
A few minutes later, Suzanne returned with a bowl of porridge, placing it on the bedside table. She turned towards him, "Have you chosen a name yet? You don't need to think too hard about it. Just any name that I can call you by."
Mason King met her gaze, "I've chosen one."
Suzanne hesitated for a moment before reaching for the dictionary at the bedside. She noticed the man had somehow gotten hold of the pen and paper she kept on the bedside table. When she opened the dictionary, she saw a piece of paper with two beautifully written characters on it.
"Can you eat by yourself?" She indicated the bowl of congee with her eyes.
Though feeling weak, Mason King nodded his head in confirmation to avoid being hurriedly dismissed by her, "Yes."
"Then feed yourself."
With that, Suzanne Trent quickly fled the room.
Once outside, she phoned the local police station and asked if any individuals had recently been reported missing in Philadelphia. The officer laughed and replied, "People go missing here every day. In a city as vast as Philadelphia, reports of missing persons are anywhere from a few dozen to a hundred every day."
"Could you look up someone named Daniel Turner? Has anyone reported him missing?" Suzanne Trent asked seriously, simultaneously looking at the name written down on paper and intentionally slowing down her pronunciation to ensure the officer heard her clearly.
"Turner. 'Turner' as in "Turner of rules", and 'Daniel' as in "cold ice".
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. It seemed as if the officer was checking files in his system. After a while, he directly answered, "There's no one by that name."
Hanging up, Suzanne looked at the beautifully written characters with skepticism and returned inside.
It seemed this was not his real name. Was it a name he just randomly picked for himself?
Suzanne opened the house door and saw that the man had finished drinking his congee. He was sitting by the bed, seemingly attempting to stand up but clearly struggling.
"Do you really not remember anything?" She asked as she assessed him.
Mason looked at her, there was a serene brightness in his eyes, "I have no reason to lie."
"But you seem so calm given that you can't remember a thing, aren't you at all worried?" She asked.
Mason's cold eyebrows raised a bit, "If I started crying or throwing a fit like a madman, would you kick me out?"
Suzanne responded with a cold expression, "Yes."
"So, as a wounded individual who can't even walk without difficulty, no matter what happens, I need to maintain the current situation until I heal. If I don't remain calm, I'll just be kicked out. Even with amnesia, I understand the balance between pros and cons," Mason explained, inclined his head towards Suzanne standing at the entrance.
Suzanne: "..."
She regained her senses abruptly, "What did you say just now, maintain the current situation? You want to keep staying here?"
The man stared at her, "I am quiet, I won't cause any disruptions. I'll leave as soon as my wounds are healed."
"No, it is just me and my daughter living here. We cannot let a strange man stay in our house! You were unconscious before, but now you're awake. Absolutely not!"
"Consider it as me renting your bed. When I find my family, I will repay you a hundredfold."
Suzanne laughed off his offer, "Do I look like I need money?"
The man glanced at the four-grid window in the old residential building, answering lightly, "Yes."
Suzanne's eye twitched, "..."
She had taken high-cost loans to escape abroad, where she had to work and study half time, and take care of her child. Even after working in the entertainment industry and playing several dramas, dealing with the intrigues of the industry was challenging and her earnings weren't high.
Upon returning home, she bought a small apartment in this old residential building in the suburbs of Philadelphia. The city's real estate was incredibly expensive. After buying the apartment, she barely had any money left, and she still owed a mortgage.
Reflecting on his expensive suit, it seemed that he can indeed repay a hundredfold. Even if he can't remember anything, someone would want to find such a wealthy man, and he would be able to return home sooner or later.
Actually, sleeping on the sofa wasn't a bad idea, she could also squeeze onto Lily's tiny bed if it came to that...
"Rent for a bed in my house is two hundred a day, two thousand in ten days, multiplied by a hundred, are you sure?"
The injured man put hand on the bed, looking at her, "Sure."
His eyes and tone didn't seem to be empty talk, he even seemed dependable in a strange way.
Suzanne nodded, "Then keep on sleeping. Oh right, includes your medical expenses for treating your wound..."
"A hundredfold."
Suzanne made an OK gesture with her hand and quickly started packing her stuff near the bed, intending to move out of the room.
As she continued packing her things, Mason King remained silent until she removed Lily's favorite white teddy bear from the bed; "Your daughter is very lovely," he commented.
Holding the fluffy teddy bear in her hands while she continued to pack, Suzanne replied, "Yes, her cuteness and looks are inherited from me. But sometimes I wonder where her stubbornness and dominance come from. She has managed to attract a group of little admirers in her kindergarten who she always seems uninterested in....."
Mason King glanced around the master bedroom, noting that there didn't seem to be any belonging for a man.
"Your daughter's father..."
"Dead." For years, this was Suzanne's standard response to this question, and this time wasn't any different.
Mason King's eyes didn't reveal any surprise. He just looked at her calmly.
"By the way, you can only stay in this bed, I'll charge rent for other places," Suzanne continued packing her things, pointing towards the bathroom, "Out of human considerations, I won't charge for the bathroom."
Mason King asked with intrigue, "What about the kitchen?"
Suzanne was taken aback, "What for? Do you want to cook?"
The man's lips barely moved, revealing a mild, indifferent smile, "No, it's because I want to eat. Can I have another bowl of porridge?"
"Only one bowl isn't enough?"
"Is one bowl sufficient for you after not eating anything for five days?"
Suzanne instantly threw the belongings in her hands to the side, turned around and headed towards the kitchen exclaiming, "A hundred for the kitchen per day!"
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