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...'

cut through

'Why should I remember..."

come any closer... Help me...

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

the person

sleeping expressionlessly. And all 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 over her body. With the sound of the machines running, her eyelids fluttered. However, she

seemed that the question just now had touched the

the low voice still hit

"Who do you hate?"

those memories engulfed her. Sonia hissed, helplessly begging for help, "I don't

"Who do you hate?"

the world.

her weakness, her... She didn't have the

herself. The depression had transformed all her anger into self-blame. She was trapped