Aiden’s gaze remained fixed on Jason as he read through Arwen’s reports.
"We were right," Jason finally said, closing the file and sliding it across the table to Aiden. "Arwen did lose her memory and that loss was not caused by any trauma. Instead, someone has deliberately interfered with her mental state."
Aiden’s jaws tightened, and his hands balled into fists as he picked up the file. His sharp eyes scanned the document, pausing on certain sections that described it in better terms.
"Continue," he said, his voice low and cold.
Jason leaned forward in a more understanding stance, his expression grave. "Based on the test, it looks like someone used a highly refined neurological suppressant. It’s not something readily available —and would require both resources and expertise to administer it. The substance didn’t just suppress her memories; it altered her perception of reality, making her believe everything was normal and that nothing was missing. That’s why Arwen has no idea what she has forgotten. To her, everything seemed in place, and her life feels complete."
Aiden’s grip on the file tightened. "Wouldn’t that also mean people could manipulate her easily? Make her believe whatever they wanted to?"
Jason nodded solemnly. "Precisely. In her state, she was like a blank canvas. Whoever did this could have painted any narrative they wanted, and she could have accepted it as truth. Even her personality could have been manipulated."
The weight of Jason’s words settled heavily in the room, thickening the air between them.
"How many times has this been done to her?" Aiden’s voice was sharper now, laced with fury.
Jason sighed, shaking his head. "Though it’s hard to say exactly. However, the chemical markers in her system suggest a prolonged exposure over several years. So, it’s possible this was a single, sustained process rather than multiple sustained attempts."
Aiden didn’t speak immediately and a dark silence surrounded him that sent a chill through Jason, who couldn’t help but ask, "What are you thinking now?"
"Whoever done this didn’t just want her memories gone," Aidem muttered, his tone dark. "They wanted control over her entire reality."
Jason hesitated before continuing. "If that’s the case, then the perpetrator would have needed continuous access to her —someone close, someone she trusted implicitly."
Aiden’s jaws clenched, the realization dawning upon him. "The Quinns," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom."
Jason’s brows tugged in a frown. He didn’t know much about the Quinns, but given the situation, they seemed to be directly related to the whole of the situation. After all, who else would have Arwen believed more than her parents?
Aiden closed the file and stood up abruptly. "If it’s them, they won’t get away with this," he declared, his tone resolute. "I won’t let them get away with it."
Jason glanced at his friend. He knew now nothing could stop him. But still softening his voice, he spoke, "Aiden, I know you are barely able to hold it but before you act over anything, think about Arwen. She is your priority. Act according to her. If you are going to uncover the truth, remember to keep her safe by your side first."
"I know," Aiden said firmly. "I won’t let her get hurt again." With that, he turned to leave.
Jason leaned back in his chair, watching his friend’s retreating figure. Then leaning forward, he again took Arwen’s file, taking the read for the second time.
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