Chapter 26

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“Medication will help,” she said gently. “But you’ll still need regular sessions with me.”
Millie nodded, already aware of that.
“Let’s try hypnosis today,” Rita said.
Hypnosis…
Millie paused, considering it. Then she gave a quiet nod.
She followed Rita over to the couch and slowly lay down, closing her eyes. The moment her eyelids shut and her mind drifted away, everything turned dark and scattered.
At last, her mind cleared, and she found herself standing in the dim light of a grey, overcast day.
It didn’t take long before Millie realized exactly where she was.
The fluorescent lights were cold and sharp. The stillness around her was heavy, like a thick fog.
In front of her was her father’s corpse, wrapped tightly in white cloth. She remembered this day—years ago, when she had been called in to identify him.
Her mother had been sobbing uncontrollably beside her, but Millie could barely move. She had just stood there, eyes locked on her father’s pale, battered face. That year, he had jumped from a high-rise building. After that, their family had collapsed.
The memory morphed. Suddenly, she was standing in front of the Bennett Group building.
Her father’s blood and brain matter were splattered across the pavement—red mixed with white.
She stood still, unable to move, staring into her father’s eyes—eyes that refused to rest in peace.
All around her was chaos—loud voices, arguments, screams from her mother that tore through the noise. And people—so many people—circling them like vultures, ready to tear off whatever remained.
Unable to fight them off, Millie was shoved, falling straight into her father’s blood.
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Everywhere, teeth and claws.
And then—shoes. A pair of polished shoes appeared in front of her.
“The Watson family will protect Millie from now on.”
She knew that voice. She looked up. There he was. Young Brandon. Still a teenager, but already standing like a man who knew how to lead.
He wore his school uniform neatly, and his eyes—calm and unwavering—felt like magic.
“If anything happens,” he said, “come to me.”
At his signal, people behind him sprang into action. Everything that had felt out of control suddenly fell into place.
The crowd backed off.
He crouched beside her, pulled out a handkerchief, and gently wiped her bloodstained cheek.
“Come with me,” he said, holding out his hand. She took it. It was warm and steady.
Back in the present, a tear slid down the cheek of the 25-year-old Millie. She opened her eyes slowly. So much had happened since then.
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