WantNovelChapter 382
When Lucy thought she had finally encountered someone normal, the person suddenly snatched her
utensils and began speaking to the fork as if it were alive, "Don't worry, buddy. I'm here to save
you."
As if possessed, the individual moved from one utensil to the next, speaking to each as if they were
old friends.
"Crazy," Lucy muttered under her breath, unable to hold it in.
Such behavior wasn't unusual here.
At dinner, meals were delivered directly by the hospital staff.
Lucy sat quietly on her bed, holding a simple bowl of food. Just as the nurse opened the door to
bring in her meal, another figure slipped in behind them.
Lucy glanced up, and her stomach dropped. It was the sperson she'd encountered earlier-the
one who had spoken to the utensils. And now, he were standing right in her room.
"Get out! Get out of here!" she shouted, her voice trembling. She desperately scanned the room for
something, anything, to defend herself, but there was nothing.
The meals were plain and unappetizing-boiled potatoes, overcooked greens, and bland bread rolls.
Couldn't they at least serve something better, like a warm vegetable soup or a simple sandwich?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLucy asked the nurse about it, but the response was curt and dismissive.
When night came, sleep eluded her.
At the stroke of midnight, the ward erupted into chaos. Screams and wails echoed through the halls, the kind
that pierced through the thickest walls. It was as if all the patients had agreed to stage a symphony of madness,
their voices rising in discordant harmony.
The relentless noise grated on Lucy's nerves. She pressed her hands tightly against her ears, but the shrieking
seemed to drill straight into her skull.
For hours, the screaming continued unabated, only tapering off as the first light of dawn began to streak across
the horizon.
As the pale morning light spilled through the window, the ward finally fell silent. Exhausted and drained, Lucy
collapsed onto her bed, the chaos fading into a dull memory as she drifted into a restless sleep.
After Sarah returned to work, Mia resumed her university classes.
After class, Mia would always show up at Sarah's counseling office on time. Previously, their sessions focused on
Sarah providing psychological counseling for Mia. Now, they were trying to uncover pieces of their shared past.
Sarah had printed multiple copies of a certain photo and slid one across the table to Mia.
This had been their routine for the past few days—trying to navigate through the fog of fragmented memories.
Sarah didn't trust her own recollection and instead tried to tap into her subconscious. Occasionally, she looked to
Mia, hoping to glean something from her subconscious instead.
"Mia, close your eyes,” Sarah said gently. "Imagine you're floating on an endless ocean. You've made plans to
see a movie with someone. Where is that person?"
Mia, eyes still shut, answered softly, "With my brother."
Sarah's nerves tensed. "What are you doing together?"
"Going on a date," Mia replied.
Sarah's brow furrowed tightly. She didn't press further; something about this felt off.
If the person Mia planned to watch a movie with was indeed Sarah, then the person Mia envisioned going on a
date with—Zachary was also Sarah. Yet, Sarah was certain she had no connection to Zachary.
As soon as Mia spoke, she blinked back into her conscious self.
"Sarah, how did it go?" Mia asked eagerly, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Sarah sighed. "In your subconscious, | was going on a date with your brother."
"Does that mean my brother and you were really dating?" Mia asked, her voice tinged with hope.
Sarah quickly clarified, "That doesn't mean it's true."
Deep down, she couldn't imagine such a scenabeing real. After all, she didn't even remember
Zachary.
At the Chancer family's dining room, James had grown colder and more withdrawn after the recent
events.
He was convinced that Charlotte had been the one trying to frLucy, but Charlotte's sudden
confession of guilt left him puzzled. If she was already in the clear, why would she admit to such a
thing?
"James, try this," Charlotte said, noticing his distracted demeanor. She picked up a spoon and held
it near his mouth.
James pushed the spoon away. "I'm not hungry."
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