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 slowly slid down

could

him, but many things had faded into

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that he was

I ended up here?

and whenever I applied pressure, the

dip my brush in paint, writing Carter's name again and

I couldn't forget him.

woke up, I instinctively

no drawing board, and all my pictures were

lost in thought. What am I

Had somethingbeenplacedhere?

Whatam I searchingfor?

to think about it,

passed, and I forgot everything. My mind was foggy, and every

found the door to

and cautiously walked to the

no idea why I was here or where I was supposed to

baby in my belly made me look down

along. I could even feel the baby moving.

why couldn't I remember

large house; even the stairs were carpeted. It was spotless, eerily quiet, as if no one had been here in ages. Was this my home? Why did

across the thick carpet and reached the door, I noticed the ceiling must have been over 20 feet high, and the

beautiful garden with various flowers, especially the vibrant hydrangeas in full

bushes, fruit trees, a wooden

on the lawn.

looked like something out of a fairy

grass, feeling a little pricked,

and un on the hills there were

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passed over it, a

sea of blooming

the whole

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I could even look

up, and I gripped

deep voice from

of me. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and his shirt was

nose, and he looked refined

as if I

are you? How did

down and reached for