Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done (Winter and Chris) novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444

Thinking of Winter’s condition and everything he had just heard, Chris clenched his fingers. His knuckles turned white and trembled from the force. He closed his eyes for a moment before finally forcing himself to ask.

“What did the doctor say?”

“Clinical depression.”

The moment William said the word, Gavin frowned, and Dominic’s expression turned complicated.

How could that be?

William didn’t want to say that word either, but he had no choice but to face it.

He didn’t notice the shock surging deep in Chris’s eyes. He only demanded, “She was already depressed five years ago, wasn’t she?”

Chris didn’t answer him.

Instead, he asked again, as if he needed to make sure he had heard correctly. “The doctor told you it was clinical depression?”

“Yes,” William replied.

Chris’s expression changed, and his breathing tightened again.

Winter’s depression hadn’t started five years ago.

Five years ago, she had learned that he was the one who had driven her parents to their deaths. She had also learned the truth about the hatred between their families. Heartbroken, she had wanted to leave him, even using her own life to force him to let go.

Out of selfishness, he had found a way to bury that part of her memory.

He made her forget how she had turned back from the airport/run to him, and confessed her feelings.

He made her forget the two weeks they had spent together on the island. 1

Most of all, he made her forget that he was the one who had driven her parents to their deaths.

From beginning to end, she only remembered that on the day she was supposed to leave the country, she had been in an accident and hit her head.

But that kind of memory intervention was never foolproof.

There had always been a chance those memories would come back.

He had planted that seed because he was greedy for her love.

Now he was reaping the bitter fruit.

He deserved it.

But her depression had begun more than a year ago, after the induced labor

“Her condition has gotten worse. Are you really going to say you had nothing to do with that?”

Chris said nothing.

Chris had no answer.

Looking at him, William felt nothing but exhaustion and helplessness.

In the end, his voice turned cold.

“You don’t deserve to see her again.”

When Winter woke up, it was already dark outside.

William and Wendy were both there. Even the air in the room felt fresh. There was hardly any smell of disinfectant instead, there was a faint scent of flowers.

William had clearly put thought into it.

“Ms. Winter,” Mr. White said as soon as he saw her wake. He quickly took her hand.

Mr. White’s palm was rough and dry, carrying a steady, grounded warmth. It felt real. Not like the hollow, weightless teeling of a dream.