Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Even after Her Death

Chapter 500 I'm Your Psychologist

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Carter told me he searched through all of Snowville and couldn't find Sergio. If he hadn't poisoned me, why would he seem so guilty?

I stood alone in the room, no one to answer me.

It felt as if I had been abandoned on a deserted island. The room had many comic books, novels, some art supplies, and a tablet.

However, the tablet wasn't connected to the internet, though it had plenty of movies and mini-games downloaded.

Every now and then, food would be brought through a rectangular hole.

Sometimes it was afternoon tea, sometimes fruit, and sometimes a full meal-each meal was different and nutritionally balanced.

At first, I didn't dare eat the food brought to me.

But after a whole day of hunger, I could feel the baby inside me becoming restless, its movements increasing in frequency.

I had no other choice. I feared for my life, and I feared for the baby's safety.

Things had come this far, and all I could do was survive.

rviving

Only by could I have a chance to see Carter again.

I started eating the food and tried to rest.

At this point, I had a feeling I understood his plan: he simply locked me in this room, kept everyone away, and eventually, I would forget everything-including Carter.

There

as no pen in the room, so I sat in front of the drawing board and drew day and night.

I sketched

Cry memory I had of Carter, one drawing after another, day after day.

But his face became more and more blurry in my mind. At first, I remembered him clearly, but gradually,

all I could recall was his tall nose and the deep affection in his eyes.

Stacks of drawings piled up beside me, and time passed. I glanced at the calendar I had made.

I had been on this island for exactly one month.

That day, I picked up my pen. My muscles had formed a habit, and I began drawing.

But strangely, I could no longer remember what Carter looked like.

through the portraits I had drawn of him, and my fingers brushed over his face. Tears

how could I forget

everything about him, but many things had faded into fragments.

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could vaguely recall that he

up here? Where had Carter

whenever I applied pressure, the pain in my skull

so, I continued to dip my brush in paint, writing Carter's

I couldn't forget him.

next day, when I woke up, I instinctively walked to

drawing board, and all my pictures were

lost in thought. What am

Had somethingbeenplacedhere?

Whatam I searchingfor?

I tried to think about it, a sharp headache

forgot everything. My mind was

found the door to my room

cautiously walked to the

I was here or

in my belly made

five months along. I could even feel the baby moving. Who was the father of this child? Was it

why couldn't I remember

was in a large house; even the stairs were carpeted. It was spotless, eerily quiet, as if no one had been here in ages. Was

across the thick carpet and reached the door, I noticed the ceiling must have been

I could vaguely see the beautiful garden with various

bushes, fruit trees, a wooden swing, a mushroom-shaped house,

on the lawn.

something out of a fairy tale, so

grass, feeling a little pricked, as the sea breeze lifted my

un on the hills there

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the wind passed over it, a sight to

garden was a sea of blooming flowers, making me feel

on the swing, the whole scene in

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Before I

wind picked up, and I gripped

from

slowly stopped, and a tall man stepped in front of me. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and his shirt was

glasses sat on his nose, and he looked refined and

at him, as if

are you? How did

slowly crouched down and reached