Chapter 193 The Little Girl in the Dream
When the liquid in the syringe was completely injected into the infusion tube, the doctor's eyes revealed a triumphant smile.
But the next second, he unbelievably widened his eyes, without even having the chance to turn back and take a look, as if a robot that had lost its power instantly collapsed on the ground.
The moment the doctor collapsed, the face of the man behind him was revealed.
He was handsome and had a faint hint of murderous intent.
Caden wiped his hands and said, "Take it out."
Keith approached and effortlessly dragged the
Finally, there was silence in the room.
man away with one hand.
Caden sat on the edge of the bed and carefully peeled off the tape on Beatrice's hand back. The needle inside the syringe hadn't actually pierced the skin, it was just an illusion. He caressed the back of her hand, gazing at her pale and peaceful sleeping face. In his intense eyes, a slight suppression could be seen, and then he lowered his eyelids, concealing all emotions.
She just held her hand tighter.
He remained silent for a while, until his phone vibrated, and then he got up and left.
Caden knocked on the door and entered Brend's office.
Brend was smoking when he saw the newcomer give a bitter smile.
"Sorry, if it wasn't for Brenton, so many things wouldn't have happened. I had already arranged for him to go abroad."noveldrama
Caden lit a cigarette and casually threw the cigarette box onto the windowsill, indifferently asking, "Are you sure he would go abroad?"
Brend was taken aback, biting his cigarette hard, his expression revealing a sense of powerlessness.
Brenton was unwilling and smashed the room today.
As a brother, he could never stand by and watch Brenton being taken advantage of by Madelynn.
He pulled a long face and pleaded, "Mr. Caden, one last time!. Please, I'm begging you!"
The smoke rings lingered between the two of them as Caden glanced at him sideways, "One last time." Upon hearing the news, Brend let out a deep sigh of relief.
He put out the cigarette and handed over a piece of paper, saying, "Take a look, do you recognize
it?"
Caden glanced at the content on the paper, which consisted of a series of numbers and words.
12252050, the red house.
"What does it mean?" Caden frowned and asked in response.
"Beatrice repeated the words subconsciously, and I called my friend to ask. It must be a suggestion left by psychotherapy. This string of information is the key to Pandora's box. As for how to use it, 014.03
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my friend, being a psychologist, needs to protect his patients, so he is unwilling to disclose any
further."
"She had
never undergone psychological therapy," Caden stated with certainty. "I checked, and indeed there isn't any. I thought you would know the meaning." Brend placed the paper on the table.
Caden stared at the string of numbers and suddenly remembered that the time indicated on the recording Selina provided today was last Christmas. Also...
Caden took a pen out of Brend's pocket and made a division on the numbers.
Brend exclaimed, "December 25th, 20:50, the red house! Christmas! Did something happen to her last Christmas?"
"No," Caden immediately said.
"At least you could have checked, right?" Brend
"I knew."
Caden answered crisply and decisively.
Brend paused for a few seconds before finally realizing.
"You peeping tom! When did you finally start spying on her..."
"Stop asking."
exclaimed in surprise.
Caden did not feel relaxed when faced with Brend's joke, but instead his face became even darker.
"Brend, did your friend mention the time when this implication was formed Brend nodded, "As I mentioned, judging from Beatrice's occasional loss of control, this period of time won't be too long, probably a little over a year, roughly before last Christmas..." "Huh? Then the time would be incorrect."
"Could it be this year? But there is still over a month until Christmas this year. Does she possibly have the ability of foresight?"
Brend looked at Caden with a slight shock.
"Don't let anyone else know about this, including Beatrice," Caden finished his last drag of the cigarette, looking down as he flicked it. "Tonight, I'll sleep in your office."
Brend stood up in an instant.
"No! Your injury just healed, and you haven't rested much since you came back from Burlington. How could your body handle it?"
"You go back, tonight I have already switched to the night shift with someone, I will keep an eye on it for you, besides, don't you also have
He said and then he gave Caden a push.
someone watching in
in secret?"
Caden rubbed his forehead, nodded, and turned to walk
out
of the office.
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Caden sat in the study, with his hands resting on the armrests, as the smoke between his fingers slowly burned out, the rising smoke completely concealing his his expression.
The recording obtained from Selina was playing repeatedly on the phone on the table.
"...So you used to secretly want to marry Mr. Caden! And you even wanted to have a family of three! Did you want a daughter or a son?"
"Daughter."
"Daughter..."
"Girl..."
When Caden first heard this recording, there was an inexplicable pain in his heart.
Even after listening to it many times now, it still feels the same.
Listening
Beatrice's
delicate
and cautious voice, he closed his eyes.
After gradually falling asleep, he, who rarely dreamed, unexpectedly found himself standing in front of a strange yet familiar house. Suddenly, a little girl's figure ran through the garden.
He immediately chased after, even though there were only a few steps of distance, but he chased for a long time and still couldn't catch up.
The little girl's figure disappeared just like that, but her laughter could be heard echoing around the house.
Innocent and pure.
Caden subconsciously thought, "Who are you?"
"It's me." The silhouette of the little girl suddenly appeared right in front of Caden, slowly! walking towards the house. "Do you really dislike me that much? Why can't you recognize me anymore?" "Who are you exactly?"
his eyes.
In the dream, Caden tightly gripped his hands, the cigarette butt tightly clenched in his palm, but
see the little girl's face and refused to open too eager to In the dream, the little girl stood on the porch and stopped walking.
he was
"Why couldn't you treat Mom well even after I died?"
"Why did
you
hate us so much?"
voice became increasingly sharp,
filled with hatred and resentment.
Her
Just as
Caden approached, she suddenly turned around and looked up at him. "Dad, why didn't you like me? Why did you hurt Mom? I hate you! I despise you!"
lo!"
Caden instinctively blurted out and reached out to grab the little girl, but his hand felt a searing pain, as if it had been burned by fire.
As she looked up again, the little girl and the beautiful house were being slowly devoured by the fire.
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"No!"
"Mr. Caden, Mr. Caden..."
Keith's voice woke Caden up from his nightmare.
He sat up straight, covered in cold sweat, and opened his hand to find that he had only been burned by a cigarette butt.
Keith handed over warm water and said, "Mr. Caden, what happened to you?"
Caden took a sip of water and frowned, saying, "Go find me a picture of Beatrice when she was a child."
"Okay."
After an unknown amount of time, Brend, who had just come out of Beatrice's ward, yawned.
As he was about to take a nap in his office, he suddenly received a WhatsApp message Caden.
"What did the little girl in your dream look like?"
from
"Bro, how long ago was that? But come to think of it, it's strange, I haven't dreamt about her for a while," replied Brend.
""Is it true?"
Caden posted a photo of Beatrice when she was a child.
Brend exclaimed, "Wow! She was really beautiful! Just like the dolls on that shelf!"
""Is that so?" Caden clearly lost patience.
Brend enlarged and looked carefully.
"Like, but not exactly. This needs to be balanced out a bit more."
"How to neutralize?"
"And let's just neutralize that dead look you had when you were a child," Brend replied very seriously.
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