“The guard was careless, thinking that Will had fallen asleep, so he just waited outside the door. Unexpectedly, Will secretly jumped out of the window, ran out through the side gate, and by the time the servants discovered it, he had already fallen into the river.” At this point, Agent Thompson sighed again and replied.

“When they pulled Will out, he wasn’t even breathing. Fortunately, Dr. Harris was nearby and managed to save Will's life. Otherwise… otherwise…” At this moment, Mrs. Thompson also forced back her tears as she spoke, but by the end, she couldn’t help but break down and weep again, covering her face. After all, she only had William Thompson as her son—if anything really happened to him, how could she go on with the rest of her life?

“As long as he’s been saved, that’s what matters. Many thanks to Dr. Harris!” The young man finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and also bowed to thank Dr. Harris, who hurriedly returned the gesture, knowing full well that this young man’s status was anything but ordinary.

“I’ll go check on my cousin!” the young man said, striding toward the bedroom, as if this were his own home.

Hearing that his cousin was coming in, William Thompson quickly lay down and stared blankly at the ceiling, expressionless. He was mainly afraid of giving himself away if he spoke, so ever since he woke up, he had been pretending to be mute.

Soon, a tall and slender young man entered the bedroom, his face full of concern as he approached William Thompson's bed. Only now did William Thompson get a good look at him: this cousin was probably not yet twenty, with a long face, fair skin, and handsome features. He wore a sapphire-blue long robe, looking both spirited and elegant.

“How are you feeling, cousin?” the young man anxiously grabbed William Thompson's arm and asked.

William Thompson remained motionless and expressionless. In fact, he was hesitating—he couldn’t keep pretending to be a fool forever; sooner or later, he’d have to speak. He just hadn’t figured out how to start.

Seeing no response from William Thompson, the cousin grew even more anxious, calling out to him a few more times, his eyes turning slightly red. It seemed he and the previous William Thompson had a close relationship, but unfortunately, he was no longer the original William Thompson.

The cousin kept holding William Thompson's hand and talking, mostly about amusing things from their childhood together. It seemed he was trying to use these memories to bring William Thompson back.

William Thompson had hoped to glean some useful information from his cousin’s words, but most of what he talked about were childhood stories, rarely touching on anything else, so he didn’t learn much.

Finally, William Thompson gritted his teeth, put on a confused expression, then turned to his cousin and asked, “You… who are you?”

As soon as William Thompson spoke, the cousin was stunned for a moment, then cried out in delight, “Cousin, you’re finally willing to talk!”

“Who are you?” William Thompson asked again, feigning ignorance. He knew nothing about his current identity, so he might as well pretend to have amnesia. Anyway, it seemed the previous William Thompson had some mental issues too.

“Cousin, what are you talking about? I’m your cousin!” The cousin was still caught up in his joy and replied loudly, his face beaming.

But William Thompson shook his head in confusion again. “I… I don’t know you!”

Seeing the blank look on William Thompson's face, the cousin finally sensed something was wrong. Just then, The Thompson Couple and Dr. Harris in the outer hall heard the commotion in the bedroom and hurried in, just in time to see William Thompson talking to his cousin.

“My son, you’re finally speaking! You scared me to death!” Mrs. Thompson cried out in joy, rushing forward to hug William Thompson tightly, sobbing. As a mother, she was more anxious than anyone after her son’s accident.

Although William Thompson knew this woman was his mother in this life, he still felt a bit uncomfortable being hugged by her. Luckily, he was supposed to be acting foolish, so he pushed her away in terror and said, “Who are you people? Where am I? What do you want?”

Mrs. Thompson, who had been crying tears of joy, was stunned by William Thompson's reaction. Agent Thompson was also taken aback, but he quickly recovered and stepped forward anxiously, saying, “Will, what nonsense are you talking about? How can you not recognize your own parents?”

“You… you’re my parents?” William Thompson asked again, feigning confusion. He was quite impressed with himself—he’d never studied acting in his previous life, but his natural talent was no worse than any movie star.

“Dr. Harris, what’s wrong with Will?” Agent Thompson also sensed something was wrong with his son and immediately turned to Dr. Harris for answers.

Dr. Harris looked grave as he stepped forward, took William Thompson's pulse, then pointed to The Thompson Couple and asked, “Mr. William Thompson, do you really not recognize them?”

“No, I don’t!” William Thompson shook his head.

“Dr. Harris, cousin didn’t recognize me just now either!” the cousin couldn’t help but add.

Dr. Harris's expression grew even more serious. He asked again, “Then, Mr. William Thompson, do you remember anything at all?”

“My head… my head hurts. I don’t seem to remember anything!” William Thompson clutched his head and acted again. He remembered that people with amnesia on TV always acted like this. After all, brain illnesses are the most complicated—modern medicine is so advanced, yet the brain is still a mystery, let alone in this era.