After that, the Doctor visited every day, using various methods to assess her condition.
After getting injected with a tranquilizer for the first time, she smartened up, answering every question the Doctor asked her eagerly, and then, these days continued for half a month until she was finally released upon completing her term.
That man, that terrifying man, every night, she slept in the same bed as him but with different dreams.
When he returned to the room at night, what time he went to bed, and when he left in the morning, she knew all too clearly, not out of concern, but out of fear, a fear so intense it kept her from sleeping. In addition to fearing him, she also feared the beaming photo on the nightstand.
On the morning when he watched coldly, she also came to grips with reality: he would not like her, he even seemed to be deliberately tormenting her, as if her pain was what he most wanted to see.
He came back at noon today, and Mr. Smith announced in his presence that she was normal, at least for now, as no symptoms of mental illness were found in her.
And he, expressionless, merely gestured for someone to send the Doctor away, then stood up to put on his suit jacket, elegantly fastening his diamond cufflinks without so much as a glance at her, before striding away.
Seeing him about to leave, she hurried after him, "Wait..."
He suddenly stopped, and she nearly ran into his back. His icy, piercing gaze shot towards her, she shrank back slightly, her small hand subconsciously clutching at her skirt, timidly meeting his gaze, and finally mustering the courage to say, "I... I want to return home."
Those eyes sharp as a hawk appeared to penetrate her soul, then, without saying a word, he walked away.
She didn't know whether he agreed or not, but Charlotte Green clearly remembered that in the half month since she moved in, he never imposed house arrest on her. The reason she only brought it up now was because, until today, in everyone's eyes, she was a 'patient'.
So, it should be okay, right?
...
After sending the driver down the mountain, Charlotte Green got rid of the driver and went shopping in the streets before hailing a ride to the Green Family residence.
The Green Family, the third Villa on the left side belonged to her family—Autumn Garden, which was now empty.
The Housekeeper of the Green Family told her that on the second day after her wedding, her father was reassigned to take over a new company in South Africa, and her stepmother and brother had also moved there, likely never to return.
Charlotte stood in the empty house, feeling lost, the desolation inside her growing larger and larger.
In the end, it still came down to her being all alone.
In her memory, her mother was insane, so she too was thrown into the Mental Hospital as a lunatic. Later, her mother died, and then her father came to take her home. Although they were never close, they were still family, still relatives...
Was she forgotten?
It was just forgetting, right!
It must be so, just forgotten, not abandoned!
She looked down at the gifts she held in her hands.
Actually, returning home was just an excuse to get out of Star Garden and breathe some fresh air, but she still put her heart into it, otherwise why would she personally pick out so many gifts.
She wasn't close with anyone in the family, those cousins would see her from afar and turn their heads to walk away because she was 'ill'.
It seems the gifts were bought in vain.
She sighed softly, turned around, and left in quiet dejection.
Exiting the Green Family's main gate, she coincidentally came across the current CEO of the Green Family, Drake Green, the man she should call 'Big Brother,' driving an expensive Lamborghini slowly approaching, her head bowed as she briskly walked past the car.
But then—
"Wait a minute!" The car stopped behind her.