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.

of him, and my fingers brushed over his face. Tears slowly

could

him, but many things had faded into fragments.

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I could vaguely recall that he

how had I ended up here? Where

my head, and whenever I applied pressure, the pain in my

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

I couldn't forget him.

next day, when I woke up, I instinctively walked to where I had stored the

there was no drawing board, and all my

thought. What am I supposed to

Had somethingbeenplacedhere?

Whatam I searchingfor?

to think about it, a sharp

and I forgot everything. My mind

I found the door to my room had been

my coat and cautiously walked to the door, scanning the outside

was here or where

in my belly made me look down at my

I could even feel the baby moving. Who was the father

why couldn't I remember

spotless, eerily quiet, as if no one had been here in ages. Was this my home? Why

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

I could vaguely see the beautiful garden with various flowers, especially the vibrant hydrangeas in full

rose bushes, fruit trees, a wooden swing, a mushroom-shaped house, and wild rabbits

on the lawn.

out of a

grass, feeling a little pricked, as

on the hills there

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the wind passed over it, a

of blooming flowers, making

the whole scene in

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behind. Before I could even look back,

picked up, and I gripped

from above, strange

in front of me. He wore a white shirt, black pants, and

sat on his nose,

if I had seen him somewhere

How did I

crouched down and