Chapter 8 Brylee asked timidly, "You say we're married? Do you have proof?" Jamarion was exasperated. He pulled out his phone and handed her a photo of their marriage certificate. "Open your eyes and have a look. We're legally married." Brylee shifted away, her rejection obvious. "Certificates can be forged." Jamarion felt a headache coming. "Then how do you want me to prove it?" "If we're really married, there are plenty of ways to prove it. For example... a child? A wedding ring? Or intimate photos of us?" Jamarion was speechless. Pathetically, he realized he had none of those things to offer her. "Brylee, I'm sorry. I'll give you all of that in the future." Brylee snapped angrily, "I knew you weren't my husband. How could my husband possibly neglect me like this..." At that moment, Kylee and Kyson entered. Kylee sat in a wheelchair, pushed by Kyson. As soon as he came in, Kyson began scolding. "Brylee, how could you do that? You're sick, yet instead of staying in the hospital, you sneaked out? Do you know how worried Jamarion was? Now your wound is infected. That serves you right! You're so willful!" Brylee stared at him blankly, feeling irritated. She shot back, "Old man, what right do you have to lecture me? Who do you think you are? Did you give birth to me, or raise me? If neither, then keep your mouth shut. You have no right to discipline me." Kyson froze on the spot. Her words hit him hard. He was her father, yes, but he had never raised her. Did that mean he really had no right to educate her? "Jamarion, what's going on with her?" Kyson turned to him in confusion. "She's lost her memory," Jamarion said stiffly. Kyson was petrified. "Lost her memory? So she doesn't recognize me as her father anymore?" He felt somewhat frustrated. Jamarion glanced at him calmly. "She deliberately had a hypnotist erase you from her memory." Kyson was stunned. For the first time, shame took root in his heart. His face clouded as he glanced at Brylee. "Bry, why did you do that? I'm your father!" He had always thought that as long as he softened up, Brylee would be guilt-ridden like before. But this time, things were different. Brylee had been reborn. Pointing at the door, she gave a cold order. "Get out, all of you. I just want to be alone right now." Kyson felt humiliated, his anger exploding. He had no patience for her and roared, "Brylee, how can you talk to your father like that? I came here out of kindness, and you're throwing me out? Where are your manners?" Brylee shot back sharply, "Since you claim you're my father, isn't my upbringing your responsibility? If I have no manners, doesn't that mean you failed to teach me? Get out. Just get out." Jamarion stood up and told Kyson, "Go. She doesn't want to see us right now." Kyson's face turned dark with fury. Kylee quickly changed her tone. "Brylee, I have one request. Jamarion and I truly love each other. Please, give him back to me. Without him, I can't survive. Brylee, can you let him go and divorce him? Please, grant me this." After she finished, Jamarion fell into silence. He quietly watched Brylee, waiting for her answer.