Chapter 171: Her mother would always remember her own pup
Chapter 171: Her mother would always remember her own pup
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
Adrian heard my words and turned his eyes, signaling Jacob Hayes to keep an eye on Sandy Parker. Jacob understood immediately and smiled with determination.
“I’ll go watch her right away.”
The two of us went downstairs together. A servant hurriedly came forward, her face filled with urgency as she reported that Dorothea Whitmore had awakened.
Adrian brought me straight to Shadowmere Medical Center. The drive felt longer than usual, my mind racing with worry about what we might find.
In the ward, besides two neurological specialists and the chief physician, Samuel Whitmore was also by his mate’s bedside. His posture was tense, hands clenched as he watched the medical team work.
During the conversation between the chief physician and experts, they used medical terminology that I understood all too well. My expression froze momentarily as the implications became clear, though I said nothing yet.
The expert reported the general situation to Samuel Whitmore with professional detachment. Looking at
Dorothea who remained silent on the bed, Samuel’s face was filled with worry.
“Is there really no way to treat her condition?”
The expert sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Your mate has accumulated psychological
disorders over the years, which have gradually developed into neurological degeneration.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully. “This condition usually occurs in elderly werewolves, but your
mate…”
Before the expert could finish answering, I spoke up with clinical precision. “It’s Alzheimer’s disease,
commonly known as dementia.”
Samuel was stunned, his face going pale. I lowered my eyes and continued with growing heaviness in my
chest.
“Aunt Dorothea already shows early symptoms of Alzheimer’s, maybe not even early stage – perhaps it
started much earlier.”
Samuel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But she’s not even sixty years old, how could…”
I explained with the knowledge that felt like a weight on my soul. “My professor once said that the youngest
Alzheimer’s patient on record was nineteen years old.”
My voice grew quieter as I continued. “Excluding family genetic factors or inflammatory infections, psychological disorders and mental trauma can also trigger the condition…”
The more I spoke, the tighter my heart felt. I hadn’t even had a proper reunion with my mother, yet I feared
what awaited was forgetting.
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The expert looked at me curiously, his professional interest piqued. “This lady seems to understand Alzheimer’s very well?”
Adrian replied with quiet pride, “She’s my sister and also a healer.”
The expert nodded in understanding, his expression shifting to one of respect. Samuel slowly loosened his clenched hands and looked at the person on the bed.
“How long before she completely forgets us?”
The expert’s voice was gentle but honest. “If effectively controlled, the onset can be delayed – short term one or two years, long term five or six years.”
After the chief physician and expert left the ward, Samuel fell into a depressed mood and remained silent for a long time. The weight of the diagnosis settled over us like a heavy blanket.
Adrian walked to his side, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Dad, the doctor said if controlled properly, it could be five or six years – there’s still time.”
Before Samuel could respond, Dorothea suddenly reached out toward me with desperate urgency. “Sweetheart.”
I was startled and quickly stepped forward, my voice slightly hoarse with emotion. “Mom…”
Dorothea tightly grasped my hand with surprising strength. “Mommy is here. My Sweetheart has grown up and looks so beautiful!”
I was slightly stunned by her reaction. Dorothea seemed not to remember having seen me before all her reactions were as if meeting me for the first time.
What comforted me was that no matter what, her mother would always remember her own child. I smiled and lowered my eyes with bittersweet acceptance.
“Yes, I’ve grown up well and returned to your side.”
Dorothea smiled without speaking, her eyes bright with recognition. But after half a minute, she began looking around again with growing confusion.
“Where is my Sweetheart?”
Adrian handed her Catherine’s Comfort Doll from nearby. Dorothea hurriedly hugged it against her chest.
“Sweetheart is here! Thank goodness, thank goodness…”
Near evening, after dinner, Adrian drove me back to the hotel. The day’s emotional weight sat heavily between us during the quiet ride.
As I got out of the car, Adrian rolled down the window. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow evening.”
I agreed and watched him drive away before leisurely entering the hotel lobby. The familiar surroundings felt oddly comforting after the day’s revelations.
Remembering something, I walked toward Hugo Ashworth’s room and pressed the doorbell. I needed the
distraction of normal conversation.
The door opened shortly after. Just as I was about to speak, I saw the man’s well–built torso, steam rising from his body mixed with the scent of body wash.
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Water droplets hung on his fair skin, flowing in streamlined patterns down into the gap between his waist and the towel. Hugo hadn’t expected it to be me, and I hadn’t expected him to be bathing.
The scene became awkward. I quickly looked away, heat rising in my cheeks.
“Um, maybe you should put on some clothes first?”
Hugo thought briefly for a few seconds, then squinted with amusement. “In a healer’s eyes, there’s no
distinction between men and she–wolves.”
I was speechless at his logic. “But colleagues shouldn’t be so… candid with each other, right?”
Hugo tapped my forehead with his finger and chuckled. “You want to be candid? I’m not even willing.”
I was stunned, touched my forehead, then smiled through gritted teeth. “Professor Ashworth, you’re really quite humorous!”
He replied with casual confidence, “Mm, I’ll go get dressed,” without closing the door as he turned and went
inside.
I couldn’t help but glance again, thinking that while Marcus also had good proportions, Hugo appeared more
“lean.” His waist was genuinely narrow, maintaining muscle density while showing strength, as if sculpted by
design.
Realizing my thoughts, I quickly shook my head to clear my mind of such distractions.
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