A restrained sigh of breath slipped out from her lips.
Barefoot Edward Benson, wearing a sleep gown, hurriedly ran over, disheveled, standing tall above equally disheveled Linda.
Edward’s hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists, his joints making a crisp cracking sound.
His voice was suppressive, cold and terrifying like a glacier: "Why did you run away?"
Am I not good enough to you?
Why did you run?
Why... did you run away from ?
...
Shannons’ Manor, dical office.
Sophie Sullivan had a nightmare last night, in the nightmare, she still couldn’t see anything clearly, but the accompanying shadow and oppressive fear was exceptionally vivid.
She went to Angus’ office; due to not sleeping well, her facial color was exceptionally haggard, her beautiful eyes lost their brilliance, becoming dim.
"Angus, do you think these nightmares are reminding that my mory might recover?"
Angus nodded, "That possibility cannot be ruled out, Miss Cecilia Branford, can you tell what you saw in the nightmare?"
What did you see?
Sophie gradually shook her head, her elbows resting on the table surface, both hands covering her head, "Can’t see... I can’t see their faces. Subconsciously, I know they ca to harm . I’m very fearful, very scared, afraid that they’ll kill ..."
Her eyes tightly shut, she seed to be imrsed in that suffocatingly terrifying nightmare.
Angus imdiately spoke to stop her from thinking further, "Miss Cecilia Branford, alright, from your description, I roughly understand what your dream was like. Please don’t think about it anymore, it’s just a nightmare reflecting past events. It’s all over, everything is over."
Angus’ voice was gentle, gradually soothing, like mountain spring water, Sophie gradually cald down.
She released the hands covering her head, her face slightly pale, the corner of her mouth hooked up, "You must think I’m funny."
"No, no, Miss Cecilia Branford, don’t think like that. I’m a doctor, you’re a patient, you’re rely cooperating with my treatnt, I won’t laugh at you for that. Rather, you’re a very cooperative patient, the kind doctors prefer," Angus joked, "If His Highness Lucifer knew you were so cooperative, he’d be quite surprised."
Sophie pondered his words for a mont, seeming to understand sothing, "So, before, I was quite uncooperative during dical consultations?"
This...
Angus coughed lightly; he wouldn’t dare to speak ill of Miss Cecilia Branford, even if it was true.
Sophie restlessly propped her forehead, "Alright, from your troubled expression, I already know the answer."
Angus smiled, "Miss Cecilia Branford, your nightmare situation, how long has it been occurring?"
"For a period of ti now."
"Is the frequency high?"
"Not too high... but each nightmare leaves almost suffocating with fear. Even after waking up, the fear still follows like a shadow."
Angus nodded gradually, "Miss Cecilia Branford, considering your situation, I will draft a new treatnt plan. Hopefully, this will help speed up the recovery of your mory."
"Alright, I appreciate your help."
"Please don’t ntion it, Miss Cecilia Branford, it’s what I ought to do."
Leaving Angus’ office, Sophie saw a startling scene when she passed by George Stanford’s office.
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