Miles Goodman chuckled softly, his gaze seed sowhat ethereal.
"I’ve only seen it on TV, that’s all."
It seems that they did erase her mory.
To the point where she didn’t even recognize him.
"Does Miss Kensington have any questions?"
Miles snapped back to reality and asked calmly.
There was a kind of magic power on him that could calm people down; looking at his serene face, it was easy to believe in him.
"... In the past, I experienced so things. They made my mind beco a bit strange."
Selena Kensington spoke slowly.
"In what way strange?"
Miles paused with the pen in his hand, then asked.
"... It’s like the evil desires hidden in my heart were drawn out, controlling my thoughts, making it hard to resist so negative emotions, luring ... towards corruption and destruction."
Selena described these feelings with difficulty.
After speaking, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She had long been aware of the fleeting thoughts that crossed her mind when she was threatening Mason Kensington, those ideas of cutting him into pieces.
And when Miranda Kensington ca to provoke her, she couldn’t help but want to grip her neck, to see her face turn blue and purple with no sign of resistance...
Thinking of these, her heart would inexplicably feel a secret cruel and bizarre pleasure.
"..."
Miles’s hand stiffened, his breath beca montarily unsteady, a dark light flashed in his eyes.
Had that person been to Aethelgard?
How could it be...
Miles imdiately dismissed the thought.
Perhaps it’s just a similar condition.
He collected his thoughts and looked up again.
"This might be because past events have been continuously affecting you, or perhaps those events were so impactful they’ve caused a split in your personality without you noticing."
His voice was gentle, not causing unease or discomfort.
"... Continuously affecting ."
Selena murmured.
How could it not have an effect? The hatred from her past life was what kept her going after her rebirth.
She never considered herself so magnanimous to watch her enemies laugh and rejoice when given a second chance at life.
"Yes, it seems the mories from the past aren’t very kind to you."
Miles adjusted his glasses, yet a flash of doubt appeared in his eyes.
What exactly had happened to Selena during this period?
Why was she experiencing this?
"Indeed, they’re practically lethal mories."
Selena laughed softly.
"Miss Kensington might try to find so emotional support, instead of dwelling persistently on that matter, otherwise, those dark negative emotions will eventually consu you entirely."
At that ti, it would be the mont she stepped towards self-destruction.
Miles did not say this last sentence out loud.
"... Emotional support, huh."
Selena imdiately thought of Sterling Norwood.
She recalled the words he spoke on the Ferris wheel.
And she rembered his face, desolate and abandoned by the world, standing before her grave.
At that mont, it was as if sothing had pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe.
The feelings of pain and regret seed poised to swallow her whole.
She wanted to step forward and embrace him.
But she couldn’t.
So, upon her rebirth, she imdiately approached the Norwood Family.
"Thank you, Dr. Goodman, I’ll consider your suggestion."
Selena spoke a bit more with Miles before preparing to leave.
Before she left, Miles suddenly asked a question.
"Miss Kensington, if you were always protected by a well-intentioned lie, how would you feel if one day you discovered the truth?"
"I don’t think that’s protection. Living in ignorance is the most cruel thing."
"When the umbrella of protection is gone, that’s the real dead end."
Miles didn’t speak further, watching her leave.
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