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.

and my fingers brushed over his face. Tears slowly slid down

could

tried desperately to remember everything about him, but many things had faded into

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recall that he was the

how had I ended up

and whenever I applied pressure, the pain in

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

I couldn't forget him.

instinctively walked to where I had

was no drawing board, and

thought. What

Had somethingbeenplacedhere?

Whatam I searchingfor?

something important. Every time I tried to think about it, a

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

woke up, I found the door to my room had

cautiously walked to the door, scanning

here

my belly made me look down at

And from the looks of it, about five months along. I could even feel the baby moving. Who was the father of

why couldn't I remember

in a 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 it feel so

I noticed the ceiling must have been over 20 feet

the window, I could vaguely see the beautiful garden with various flowers, especially

trees, a wooden swing, a mushroom-shaped house, and wild

on the lawn.

of a fairy tale, so

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

and un on the hills

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passed over it,

of blooming flowers, making

on the swing, the whole scene in front

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the swing was pushed from behind. Before I could even look back, I

picked up, and I gripped the handles

a deep voice from above, strange

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

glasses sat on his nose, and

if I had

How did

down