"Oh," said the doctor, taking her hand, and the girl's hand was so thin that he could squeeze it, "your mother can let go of half of her heart." He said jokingly, but the girl immediately closed her eyes, frowned, and turned her head...... He knew he had said the wrong thing.

Chiz quickly turned around, she had just done so that the doctor could know why she was upset, she didn't want to hear anything about Mrs. Carson, anything she had ever heard, and her head buzzed at the thought of that woman—she was panting from exhaustion even if she made such a small gesture, and the little white powder had destroyed so much...... She had no appetite, no physical strength, and even thinking became an unbearable burden.

Sasha. Hopkins was the only grain of sugar in the sea of bitterness, and she sucked it carefully, rolling between her teeth, carefully hiding its sweetness, but she couldn't help but want to show off.

The doctor is not a pervert who likes to watch others**, but it obviously helps his patients through the most painful and difficult times, so he can only listen quietly...... The Orrosa affair Chiz has not been mentioned to anyone, but it is clear that - another standardized hero saving beauty - is old-fashioned, ridiculous, and boring, but for thousands of years, this kind of story has always touched people's hearts, especially women's hearts. In Carson's description, the boy was a Hercules with the appearance of Endignon, and the doctor secretly hid his smile under his palm, pretending to be moved to tears.

Chiz pouted at him angrily.

"I beg your pardon," the doctor thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to make up for his unintentional mistake: "Do you want to see him?" He whispered, "I think I can find him......"

He stopped and didn't go any further—the girl's joy flashed across the haggard face—it was so brief, and so passionate.

"No," said Chitz, "absolutely not."

Why not? In the doctor's mind, this teenager may be the best medicine.

"Don't think about discussing it with my mother," said Chitz, "she won't agree."

"Then don't tell her."

"No," Chitz said. She gasped suddenly, "it" was coming—she knew, it was dark and cold. "No," she insisted, "Don't bother him......"......

She looked out the door, like Mrs. Carson was standing there, but no.

There were shadows of trees, which crept in through the cracks in the windows and doors, crawled in, climbed up the carpet and the drapery, black stains......

"Don't let him know......" she whispered, bracing herself for the pain to come.

The entire bed was contaminated, and poisonous juice dripped from the ceiling. Dripping into her eyes, she was blind, there were small bugs laying eggs under her skin, the eggs hatched, and the obese larvae burrowed into the veins. Bulging in pink, bouncy tubes, they opened their tiny mouths with as many teeth as an eight-eyed eel, and they gnawed at her nerves like they were biting on crisp leaves and stems. Each blow made her howl in pain...... Leave me alone, let me go," she begged......

She gasped, remembering his arm and embracing ...... And the panties that smelled of the hotel's characteristic pine oil shower gel — her memory was fragmented, but she remembered her panties being forcibly ripped off by a dirty hand. Thrown aside—thick dust, dim lighting, a children's chair painted with red flowers, he held her like a child in his arms.

He retrieved her, as well as her panties. He also helped her clean it because it was stained with dust.

When she woke up in her hotel room in Orlosa, the waitress who was in charge of her had not returned, only the big clock was ticking in the whole room, she was lying on the bed, neatly dressed, her slippers under the bed - she thought everything before was her fantasy, no Cade. Carson, no prom, no "special passage", no drugs, no attempted rape, and no ...... Sasha. Hopkins.

Until she stroked the crumpled, wet panties.

The bathroom was briefly tidyed, and she stood barefoot inside, imagining how he had put her in panties. Did he see his own legs, and whether he would have been disappointed - she was so thin, with loose flesh hanging from her bones, like an old woman in her fifties or sixties.

The bugs wriggled.

Before the time came, the insects said that they had grown wings, wings, feathered wings, tail feathers, flying feathers, covered feathers, fluff, and crawled around with excitement in her body, countless tiny little feet, with hooks, tweezers, pokes—it was so itchy, it was so itchy, who could give her a knife, she would cut herself...... Every inch was to be cut, turned over, unfolded, laid out in the sun, tanned, wrinkled, curled...... In this way, the ice cubes in the bones and in the stomach can be sunburned...... She shuddered......

The nurse with the assistance of the doctor put Chiz. Carson was fixed to the bed, and her bed was custom-made, exactly like the one in a psychiatric hospital.

Translucent white nylon straps across Chiz. Carson's body tied her firmly, and the doctor sedated her.

As he went down, the doctor knocked on the stairs and met Mrs. Carson, who told her about Chitz, and Mrs. Carson looked at him with bewildered eyes: "Isn't she much better?"

The doctor was silent for a moment, and if he wanted to, he could still say, "Go see her." He finally said, "Watch out for the possibility that she might vomit,"

Ten minutes later, the doctor came to check on Chitz's condition, and the smell of orange juice and sandwiches still lingered in his mouth, and the quarrel between Mrs. Carson and old Mr. Douglas had made everyone in the villa lose their desire to have a good lunch—Mrs. Carson sat on the edge of the bed, found her daughter's fingers through the gap in the straps, held them, and her eyes fell on the two little birds on the carpet.

As soon as he entered, the doctor smelled a sour smell, and he rushed to the bed to see that the girl's face was purple and swollen - the side effects of the sedative had caused her to vomit, and she was lying down, and the vomit that could not be poured out smoothly blocked her throat.

Mrs. Carson didn't even notice it, she was sitting beside Chitz, holding Chitz's hand.

Being a doctor prevented him from uttering accusatory words, when Mrs. Carson wanted to cry out loud. He glared at her sharply, and the nurse who ran in sent her to sit on the other side of the room.

"Where have you been?" The doctor asked sternly.

"I'm sorry," the nurse said, "and I went to the bathroom." ”

Thanks to Wolf. Douglas bar. For the sake of Chiz, his heir, the stingy old man, did not hesitate to spend a large sum of money to convert this quiet lakeside villa into a small hospital, Chiz's room was a fully equipped and advanced ward and emergency room, all kinds of equipment hidden behind tapestries and screens, and it only took them ten seconds to clear the clogged things in the girl's mouth and trachea - fortunately, Chiz. Carson's poor appetite greatly reduced their weight and consistency.

As they busied, Mrs. Carson wrung her hands in a daze. Stupid, sat stunned.

Chiz. Carson's hair was the same color as Mrs. Carson's, the polished color of the old copper coins, a dark golden yellow, with a hint of vermilion—his mother's hair was shiny and smooth. The daughter, on the other hand, was lifeless, withered and scattered on the pillows, a few pinches of vomit bound together into wisps and lumps, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes into her hair.

The girl looked in the direction of Mrs. Carson, her eyes filled with unconcealable despair and hatred, and her mouth was open. She tried her best to say something, but the doctor could only make out a few words, and he could probably make out what Chitz meant—she tried to scream as the vomit flowed backwards into her nose, and tried to twist Mrs. Carson's hand, but she never realized—that you were dying step by step. And the person around you only needs to raise your hand and shout to save you, and she is indifferent - she is still your mother.

Can you imagine? Can you believe it?

"Shhh Good boy...... She's just ...... Just ......"

Chiz looked at him, his throat choked and he couldn't say a word.

The family had served the Douglas family for generations, and when he was a hairy man, he also had a good interest in the beautiful and delicate Gliselda. Douglas had a hazy affection, but this feeling was soon brutally shattered—a brave drunkard who was Mr. Douglas's personal assistant, a young and handsome man with a bright future, who was deeply smitten by Gliselda, though he knew he would never be Wolf. Mr. Douglas was a good son-in-law, but he still boldly gave away the first rose.

What happened to that drunkard? Mr. Douglas showed no mercy to the young man whom he had repeatedly praised – his parents were homeless, his brother was fired, his younger siblings were dropped out of school, and he himself had to spend twenty-five years in prison without parole.

He just disappeared from Gliselda's life. She never asked anyone about his whereabouts.

Since there is the first, there is the second, and the third...... Gliselda never refuses, she calmly accepts the admiration, compliments, invitations to dance and gifts of men, and is so innocent and understanding to everyone, but as long as you go further, you know that you are only facing a screen, and the people on the screen are perfect and likable, but when you want to hold her tightly in your arms, you will find that she and you are basically in two worlds, what you hear and see, are all fake, non-existent - it is a delicate outside hidden a cold, Ugly witches who are selfish and do whatever they want.

Wolf. Mr. Douglas carefully selected and finally married Gliselda to her cousin, John, when she was thirty-two years old. Carson, John. Carson was also confused by her for the first few months, but the man was much calmer than the others, and in less than a year he was determined to get out of the quagmire called Grishelda, and they separated and then divorced.

No one thought that John. Carson's younger brother, Cade. Carson was fascinated by his sister-in-law, who was five years his senior, and in order to get her, he would kill his own brother - an almost open secret to Carson and the Douglas family.

Old Mr. Douglas was furious about this, and he had no intention of letting Gliselda hang out with someone from the Carson family again, and apart from the God-cursed, gruesome charges, the old gentleman was well aware that Cade. Carson is no better than John. Carson, he's a howling wolf, and you don't expect it to die down even if you eat Gliselda's good meat.

In fact, old Mr. Douglas did not have to oppose it so vehemently. Douglas & Cade. Carson can be described as a natural pair, with a pair on the ground.

((One second to remember)