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.

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

could

remember everything about him, but many things had faded

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that he

how had I ended up here? Where had Carter

whenever I applied pressure, the pain

brush in paint, writing Carter's name again

I couldn't forget him.

instinctively walked to where I had stored the

no drawing board, and

stood there, lost in thought. What am

Had somethingbeenplacedhere?

Whatam I searchingfor?

to think about it, a sharp headache followed, so I tried to

forgot everything. My mind was foggy, and

up, I found

walked to the door, scanning the outside

here

kick from the baby in my belly made me

five months along. I could even feel the baby moving. Who was the

couldn't

carpeted. It was spotless, eerily quiet, as if no one had been here in ages. Was this my home? Why did it feel

I noticed the ceiling must have been over 20 feet high, and the door

I could vaguely see the beautiful garden

bushes, fruit trees, a wooden

on the lawn.

something out of

soft grass, feeling a little pricked, as the sea

the ocean and un on the hills there were white sheen

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over

a sea of blooming flowers, making

whole scene in

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from behind. Before I could even look back, I

and I gripped the handles

deep voice from

tall man stepped in front of me. He wore

his nose, and he looked refined

as if I had seen

are you? How did

slowly crouched down and reached for