Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Chapter 317 I hate Dixon, I hate his guts.

At this time, the data on top of the computer detector changed dramatically at once. Even through the glass, Dixon could see her consciousness seemed to have a moment of clearness. She seemed to get back her sense a little by this question.,

Hate...

Sonia felt as if she had fallen into darkness, surrounded by a voice knocking at her over and over again. "Is there anyone you hate or dislike?"

Hate... Sonia held out her hands to herself, but it was so dark that she couldn't even see where her hands were.

Was there someone she hated?

Faces flashed through her mind. The memories she had lost stirred again. The consciousness that had blocked them could not control them now. The next second, like Pandora's box that had been opened, those memories raced into Sonia's mind in minutes. Blood, wounds, pain, betrayal, she covered her ears, but her ears were filled with the wailing sound of memories, sharp, long whistles, scars.

'Why... Why probe into my past...'

through my heavy

'Why should I remember..."

Don't come any closer... Help

clutched her head. She felt a sharp pain in her brain, as if she had been through a catastrophe. Sonia whimpered, losing her ability to speak, and was left with an instinctive

the person she hated the

pain she just felt was just her inner self. Her subconscious was struggling violently. But she was still just lying quietly in her chair, with catheters and wires all

question just now had touched

continued with the hypnosis. Then the low

"Who do you hate?"

She fell down, got up, and she covered her ears. But along with the whistling wind, those memories engulfed her. Sonia hissed, helplessly begging for help, "I don't want to hear... I don't want

"Who do you hate?"

world. She

incompetence to fight, her weakness, her... She

depression had transformed all her anger