A restrained sigh of breath slipped out from her lips.
Barefoot Edward Benson, wearing a sleep gown, hurriedly ran over, disheveled, standing tall above equally disheveled Linda.
Edward's hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists, his joints making a crisp cracking sound.
His voice was suppressive, cold and terrifying like a glacier: "Why did you run away?"
Am I not good enough to you?
Why did you run?
Why... did you run away from me?
...
Shannons' Manor, medical office.
Sophie Sullivan had a nightmare last night, in the nightmare, she still couldn't see anything clearly, but the accompanying shadow and oppressive fear was exceptionally vivid.
She went to Angus' office; due to not sleeping well, her facial color was exceptionally haggard, her beautiful eyes lost their brilliance, becoming dim.
"Angus, do you think these nightmares are reminding me that my memory might recover?"
