Snare of Love

Chapter 160: Who Was the Man That Night?

In the village on the outskirts of City B, there were rows of framework on the side of the hill with

grapevines hung along it. The leaves that used to be green in the summer had already turned yellow

and the fruitful appearance had ceased to exist.

Going downwards from the vineyard, there was a small two-story building with a small yard enclosed

by a white fence.

Clean and chic, suitable for promoting physical and mental healing.

In the bedroom on the second floor, there was an average sized wooden bed on which laid an

unconscious woman. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and soon she slowly opened her eyes.

Everything that came into view was strange. Her heart constricted nervously. Someone sent her a

message mentioning Samuel and Simona. She was afraid that the other party was going to threaten

her children, so she took the initiative to contact the person who had sent her the message.

The other party asked her to meet at a rental house…

“This medicine can damage people’s brain nerves. After injection it will cause hallucinations and

confusion of memory.”

A male voice suddenly came into her ears. She turned her head towards the source of the sound.

Through the curtains she could vaguely see two figures standing on the balcony. Judging from their

height and voices, both were men.

She tightly clenched the sheets under her body. Who were they and what did they want to do?

On the balcony of the second floor, stood a man with a doctor in a white coat.

Sampson looked at the hillside not far away, his gaze distant and a bit confused.

The doctor saw him hesitate and said, “If you want her to forget the past, this is the only way?”

Sampson was silent for a moment and then, as if he had made a decision, he said, “Okay, give her the

injection.”

This voice…

Then the two figures moved and opened the balcony door to enter the room.

Dolores had no time to think, she closed her eyes quickly pretending to be asleep.

Her hands under the quilt kept shaking.

Just now, did they say that the injection was for her?

After the injection her memory will be confused and she will even forget the previous events?

No! She must not lose her memory.

She felt someone rubbing a swab of alcohol on her arm…

The fear grew deeper and deeper until she abruptly opened her eyes. What caught her eyes was a

familiar face with complicated expressions.

Sampson.

Wasn’t he in jail?

Why was he here?

She had too many questions but she couldn’t ask.

What she had to do right now was to not be injected.

Sampson hadn’t expected her to wake up so suddenly, he was at a loss for words.

“Lola…”

She glanced at the man standing by her side with a syringe in his hand, her hands clenched in fear as

she stared at them in horror, “Who are you?”

Sampson was taken aback, ‘Lola, it’s me.”

“You… Do you know me?” Dolores curled up on the bed defensively.

Sampson looked inquiringly at the doctor.

How did she lost her memory before the medicine was even injected?

The doctor didn’t know what was going on either, “I need to examine her to find out.”

Sampson bent down and looked at Dolores, “Don’t you remember me?”

Dolores panicked, “Who are you? Do you know me?”

“I know you. We are very close, have you forgotten?”

Dolores shook her head, pretending not to remember, “I don’t remember!”

Sampson stretched out his hand to smooth her messy hair, “Don’t be afraid, I am your relative. You

were injured, can you let the doctor check it?”

Dolores turned her head away from his touch, obviously avoiding.

Sampson’s hand stopped in mid-air and he continued to persuade, “Lola, I am your relative, why won’t

you let me touch you? You used to listen to me so well. Be a good girl and let the doctor check you.”

He dropped his hand and stroked her hair.

Dolores only felt extremely horrified.

She couldn’t stop shaking, “You… you are really my relative?”

“Yes.” Sampson said affirmatively.

Dolores widened her eyes round, looking like an innocent doe. Then she relaxed a little, “Hurry up,

then.”

Seeing her agree, Sampson smiled, “It will get better soon.” He helped Dolores’s arm, “Be good now.

Lie down so the doctor can check you.”

He gave the doctor a meaningful look, indicating that whether Dolores had lost her memory or not, he

was to inject her with the medicine.

Dolores laid down. The doctor asked her in gestures if he could give her an injection. She quickly

pushed him away and responded, “I don’t want an injection.”

The syringe fell on the ground and rolled to Sampson’s feet. He looked at Dolores, “You are sick. How

will you get better without an injection?”

Dolores turned over to get out of bed and distanced herself from them, resolutely restraining from

getting an injection, “I don’t want an injection, it hurts! I don’t want an injection.”

“Lola…”

“I don’t want it.” She stepped back on the ground barefoot and hid in a corner, cold and shivering, ‘I

don’t want an injection.”

She was too agitated, the only way to get her to cooperate was by force.

The doctor looked at Sampson, “Can you hold her?”

Sampson stooped to pick up the syringe from the ground, and then looked at it, “Can a person lose

their memory without any reason?”

He didn’t know whether Dolores “forgetting her past” was real or fake.

The doctor pondered for a moment, “There could be memory loss with extreme upsetting stimulation.

For example, I have seen a patient before, an excellent student throughout elementary and high

school. Everyone said he would get into the top universities but he was unable to enter even a second-

class university. Unable to accept that face, he lost his mind.”

Saying that, he looked at Sampson, “You are also a doctor at heart, you should know that people’s

tolerance is limited. If something is more stimulating to her brain than her tolerance level, there could

be amnesia, but it is not stable. The memories might never recover for a life time or they might

comeback in a week.”

“I see. You can leave for today. I will call you if I need you to do anything.” Sampson handed him the

syringe.

The doctor took an and hesitated for a while before asking, “Are you sure you don’t want her to be

injected?”

Sampson hesitated and then nodded.

The doctor put the syringe back into the medicine box, “Okay the, I will go now. Call me if you need

anything.”

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The doctor gave one last glance to Dolores who was hiding in the corner and closed the door behind

him.

Dolores heart thumped suddenly. As the door closed, she became more vigilant.

“Look, the doctor has left. The injection is gone.” Sampson moved with light steps and leaned towards

her as he spoke.

“Don’t… don’t come over.” Dolores was very flustered.

She had too many questions. How did she get here and how could Sampson be here?

Was this a conspiracy between him and Maria?

She had met Maria at the rental house.

She still clearly remembered the shock of meeting Maria there.

“You are surprised to see me here, right? And how do I know what happened to you before?”

She had known everything, and looked too sure of her words and actions.

Dolores had panicked and had asked her, “How do you know all that about me and in such detail?”

What role had she played in that incident six years ago?

“Haha…” Maria had laughed loudly, “How do I know? Because it was I who paid you to sell your body.”

Her ghastly laughter sounded even more horrible in a dimly lit rental house.

Maria fell into the abyss, her mind reeling. Maria paid her the money that night.

So, who was the man that night?