Ch. Forgot what 13 Forgot what 13

**13** 

The people who went to investigate abroad returned. 

Christian hadn’t left my room for days. 

He said: 

“Just say it here.” 

Ms. Stone, the secretary, looked at me worriedly. 

Christian tenderly stroked my cheek, his voice low: 

“She’s been in a coma for a long time; she can’t hear what you’re saying.” 

“If she *could* hear, it might even be a good thing. Maybe she’d just wake up out of sheer 

anger.” 

Ms. Stone spread out the documents in her hand, sighing: 

“Mr. Davies, Miss Lily never went to the reputable psychiatrist you contacted while abroad. She was sent by Miss Willow to a private clinic.” 

“The doctor at that clinic is a sociopathic deviant.” 

“He claims he can transform any disobedient person into a perfect slave.” 

“And his methods include both psychological and physical, inhumane torment and 

destruction.” 

“He completely shatters the patient’s inner world, then tries to piece it back together. Many people were driven insane by his torment.” 

“Miss Lily, her current mental state is actually… also on the verge of collapse.” 

Christian’s fists clenched, his knuckles cracking. 

He seemed to struggle for breath, his chest rising and falling violently. 

It took him a long time to finally, with difficulty, find his voice: 

“Did the Davies family know about this? Why would Willow tolerate her own sister suffering such torment?” 

Ms. Stone opened her mouth, but didn’t dare to speak. 

Christian’s icy glare intensified: 

“Speak.” 

Ms. Stone took out another document. 

“According to my investigation, Miss Willow personally selected that private clinic after making many inquiries.” 

“Some of the more brutal methods, which even that deviant doctor had misgivings about, were authorized by Miss Willow herself, who signed the papers.” 

“Furthermore, Miss Lily couldn’t endure the torment and escaped many times, and each time, it was Miss Willow who found her and sent her back.” 

Silence. 

A long, prolonged silence. 

Everyone was quiet. 

The chandelier’s light scattered, dancing motes of dust in the air. 

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. 

Just remembering those three years filled me with such terror. 

Helplessness, despair. 

It was like reliving a living hell. 

Ms. Stone handed a notebook to Christian. 

“Miss Lily seemed to realize her mind was becoming more confused and her memory was deteriorating, so she started writing a diary to help herself remember.” 

“Only later, she forgot about the diary itself.” 

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Christian took the diary, his hands trembling. 

He read it word by word. 

As he read on. 

Christian Davies, the CEO who rarely showed emotion. 

He laid his head on my blanket and sobbed uncontrollably.