Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 382

When Lucy thought she had finally encountered someone normal, the person suddenly snatched her utensils and began speaking to the fork as if it were alive, "Don't worry, buddy. I'm here to save you."

As if possessed, the individual moved from one utensil to the next, speaking to each as if they were old friends.

"Crazy," Lucy muttered under her breath, unable to hold it in.

Such behavior wasn't unusual here.

At dinner, meals were delivered directly by the hospital staff.

Lucy sat quietly on her bed, holding a simple bowl of food. Just as the nurse opened the door to bring in her meal, another figure slipped in behind them.

Lucy glanced up, and her stomach dropped. It was the same person she'd encountered earlier-the one who had spoken to the utensils. And now, he were standing right in her room.

"Get out! Get out of here!" she shouted, her voice trembling. She desperately scanned the room for something, anything, to defend herself, but there was nothing.

The meals were plain and unappetizing-boiled potatoes, overcooked greens, and bland bread rolls. Couldn't they at least serve something better, like a warm vegetable soup or a simple sandwich? Lucy asked the nurse about it, but the response was curt and dismissive.

came,

halls, the kind that pierced through the thickest

against her ears, but the shrieking seemed to drill straight

the

spilled through the window, the ward finally fell silent. Exhausted and drained, Lucy collapsed onto her bed, the chaos fading into a

to work, Mia

office on time. Previously, their sessions focused on Sarah providing psychological counseling for Mia. Now, they were

copies of a certain photo and slid one across the

the past few days—trying to navigate through the fog of fragmented memories. Sarah didn't trust her own recollection and instead tried to tap into her subconscious. Occasionally, she looked to Mia, hoping to glean something

Sarah said gently. "Imagine you're floating on an endless ocean. You've made plans to

answered softly, "With

"What

a date," Mia

press further; something about this felt

then the person Mia envisioned going on