Back in Time: Unshackling From Love

Chapter 17

As Mikayla laughed, tears streamed down her face.

Images from her previous life of being beaten, cursed at, and tortured at the mental hospital flashed before her eyes.

In the flashback, the hefty caretaker had gripped her by the hair, forcefully pulling her away and causing her only bowl of plain soup to spill.

They would even forcefully pinch her mouth when she refused to take her medication, shoving handfuls of pills down her throat.

Mikayla always thought it was the mental hospital deliberately tormenting her to please

Jerome.

Little did she know, the demonic woman from the previous life was Kylie’s relative.

So, all the misery she endured in the mental hospital was orchestrated by Kylie.

Thinking about the abuse she suffered and the torment from stomach cancer, Mikayla wished she could immediately strangle Kylie.

Why did she have to be so cruel?

Jerome, who clearly loved Kylie so much, had even sent Mikayla to the mental hospital for the former’s good.

Why wouldn’t Kylie let her go? Why did she have to harm her?

Jerome looked at Mikayla on the floor.

Although she had suggested keeping the audio call on, he still worried that something might go wrong, so he followed her up.

Unexpectedly, he witnessed Mikayla attacking someone as soon as the elevator doors opened.

She lay slumped amidst a chaotic mess of fruits, her eyes vacant, her body seemingly devoid of strength.

Though her face showed a smile, tears flowed incessantly, as if she had suffered some painful and tragic ordeal, radiating endless hatred and resentment.

Strangely, Jerome’s heart didn’t fill with anger at her madness. Instead, a dull ache

serthed within him:

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going to help Mikayla when he heard Kylie weakly

Mikayla’s grip, Jerome instruct ed the

the

and then walked over to

tugged at her arm. “Get

at her arm, it was as if he were dragging a lifeless

suddenly felt a bit

to apologize? What’s with

voice. Her eyes began to focus,

felt a

with Kylie after the divorce?” Mikayla

was hoarse, and her tone

brows tightened further as he countered,

someone’s life

the first aid

you trying

that moment, carrying the first

help Mikayla stand up, but she coldly

her feet on her own, adjusted her clothes, and

wanted to chase after Mikayla to find out what

a stifled groan of

that Mikayla was the one responsible

a complete stop. “Shall we go

shook

fine? Another inch deeper, and it would

woman helped Kylie stop the bleeding while asking, “Who was that person just now? Why did she come in

smile. “She might

You’ve been bullied like this, and you’re still

slightly furrowed brows, Kylie said to the round–faced woman, “Aunt Agatha, please go

she could tell

you need someone to look after you tonight,

Jerome asked Kylie, “What just happened? Why did Mikayla attack you?