That evening, Mrs. Camille gently stroked Bellamy, who was already asleep on the bed, with a face full of tenderness.
Although she had decided to take her daughter to see a psychologist, as a mother, she was reluctant to believe that her daughter could have any serious psychological disorders.
But over the past few days, she had no choice but to face the possibility.
"My poor daughter…"
A hint of guilt flashed through the tenderness in Camille's eyes.
Different from her older son, Saxon, who had gone abroad and had the chance to enjoy fatherly love before growing up, Bellamy never really experienced it. All she saw from the beginning to the end was her parents' separation and arguments.
Despite this, she never cried or fussed like other children for their father, accepting reality as if she were a little adult, extraordinarily sensible, never showing any abnormalities in front of her.
"It seems that it's not just... but also, I've been too absent..." Mrs. Camille showed a hint of self-reproach on her face, leaned down to kiss her sleeping daughter on the forehead, and slowly left the room.
She decided to put aside all her work during this period to spend more time with her daughter.
To go to Romania, as Father York suggested today!
Walking to the door, Mrs. Camille took one last look at her daughter lying in bed and silently made up her mind.
Click!
With the door closed, the room was left in darkness.
Unknown to Mrs. Camille, Bellamy, who she thought was asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the closed door, and removed the thin blanket covering her...
Time slowly passed.
"Yomi, no matter what, aside from what needs to be done now, delay everything else by a month," Mrs. Camille, massaging her temples, made her final call.
"I'll direct remotely."
"Okay!"
"That's it then." Mrs. Camille let go of the phone, hanging up her last call, and let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing.
After finishing all her calls, she only needed to direct things remotely now.
Sacrificing the future, she finally managed to carve out a month, which was not easy at all.
"But for Bellamy, it's all worth it."
Mrs. Camille showed a tired smile and glanced at the time.
[23:31]
Unconsciously, after walking out of Bellamy's room, she had been on the phone for nearly an hour.
"Time to sleep!"
Mrs. Camille shook her head, placed the phone on the table, walked to her room, and without doing anything else, lay down on her bed.
Due to Bellamy's situation and her business being in an upswing, Mrs. Camille slowly closed her eyes, already exhausted.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Very clear sounds appeared in her ears, Mrs. Camille groggily opened her eyes.
Hiss!
Another sound came to her ears, and Mrs. Camille instinctively looked towards the source of the sound.
What she saw shocked her awake.
In the dim light, a small figure was facing the desk by the bedhead, holding a shiny knife, scratching the desk surface.
And this disheveled figure, if not her daughter, who else could it be?
"Bellamy?" Mrs. Camille's eyes widened.
Just as she was about to act, her daughter Bellamy raised the fruit knife and stabbed it towards the desk surface.
Bang!
Following the sound of the stab, Bellamy turned her head stiffly, staring at her with lifeless eyes, speaking in a voice unlike her usual tone.
"Mom, what's happening to me?"
An invisible sense of horror was added.
"OMG!"
Mrs. Camille, seeing Bellamy showing a strange and slightly evil smile, displayed a panicked expression for the first time, but instead of fear, she quickly got up, hugged her daughter, took her hands away from the knife, and moved away from the fruit knife stuck in the desk.
"Do you know what you're doing, Bellamy?" Mrs. Camille squatted down, grabbing her daughter's shoulders, showing urgency.
However, Bellamy just tilted her head, smiling wickedly at her.
"I don't know, so what's happening to me?"
Mrs. Camille fell to the ground, covering her mouth with her right hand, looking at her daughter with a trace of strangeness in her eyes.
During the day.
After a sleepless night, Mrs. Camille stood in the hallway, staring through the one-way glass at the doctor and Bellamy conversing, her exhausted eyes occasionally showing a hint of worry and contemplation.
Despite not having slept all night, it did not affect her thinking.
Combining recent events and feelings, she faintly sensed something was wrong, like her daughter holding a fruit knife by her bed last night,
In her feeling at that time, it was so unfamiliar, as if it wasn't her daughter but someone else.
Unconsciously thinking of something, Mrs. Camille hugged her arms, staring at Bellamy conversing with the doctor, biting her lip.
After a while.
Mrs. Camille reappeared in a room, and the walls of the room were also made of one-way glass, where she could see her daughter playing with toys inside, but her daughter couldn't see her.
Watching Bellamy playing with a toy dump truck and dirt, Mrs. Camille withdrew her gaze, looking at the thoughtful doctor beside her, calmly asked.
"So, your diagnosis?"
The doctor's brows knitted.
This did not escape Mrs. Camille's notice; she bit her teeth, clenched her fists, but her face remained expressionless.
Next, the doctor spoke with a very conflicted and puzzled tone, completely unbecoming of his profession.
"Mrs. Camille, based on what you've described, I suspect your daughter has abnormal brain chemical electrical activity, possibly an issue with the temporal lobe, because this area can cause hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and even symptoms of convulsions. Your daughter might experience incontinence or even personality changes, destructive behavior could all stem from this."
Pausing for a moment, the doctor's voice became even more conflicted, looking up at the expressionless Mrs. Camille, continuing.
"If that's the case, then there should be corresponding conditions in your daughter's brain, like scarring, so as long as we remove the scarred tissue, we can cure your daughter, but..."
The doctor paused, clearly pondering how to proceed, facing such a wealthy patient, his pressure was not small.
Sensing this, Mrs. Camille unconsciously gripped her hand, looking at Bellamy, who was still playing with toys properly, as if she already knew the doctor's next words and results.
"Go on!"
The doctor recalled the results of the EEG, angiography, and other tests, his face showing confusion: "After the relevant examinations, the result is that your daughter is very healthy, with no abnormalities."
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