That night, Ms. Camille caressed Bellamy, who had fallen asleep on the bed, with a look of pity.

Although she decided to take her daughter to see a psychiatrist, as a mother, she did not want to believe that her daughter would have any serious mental illness.

But these days, she doesn't want to believe it.

"My poor daughter......"

Camille's eyes flashed with pity and a hint of guilt.

Bellamy's difference with his eldest son Saxon, who has gone abroad, can still enjoy his father's love before he grows up, but Bellamy has never really enjoyed it, and all she has seen is the division and quarrel of her parents.

Even so, she never cried, nor did she clamo for her father like an ordinary child, as if she accepted reality, but was as sensible and abnormal as a little adult, and never showed any abnormality in front of her.

"Well, it doesn't, and besides, I have too little company for her......" Ms. Camille leaned over and kissed her sleeping daughter on the forehead, and got up and walked away slowly.

She decided to put aside everything during this period and spend more time with her daughter.

Just go to what Father York calls Romania today!

After reaching the door, Ms. Camille took one last look at her daughter lying on the bed and secretly made up her mind.

Click!

As the door closed, the room was left in darkness.

Unbeknownst to Ms. Camille, Bellamy, who she thought was asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the closed door, and removed the thin quilt that had been placed on her body......

Little by little, time passed.

"Yomi, no matter what, except for what I need to do now, the rest of the things will be delayed for me for a month." Ms. Camille was rubbing her brow as she made one last call.

"When the time comes, I will command it remotely."

"Okay!"

"So be it." Ms. Camille let go of her hand, took the phone and hung up the last call, and she let out a light breath and relaxed.

After all the phone calls are made, except for the current thing, you only need to command it remotely.

Sacrificing the future, she finally squeezed out a month, which is actually not easy.

"It's all worth it, though, for Bellamy's sake."

Ms. Camille smiled tiredly and glanced at the time.

［23：31］

Before she knew it, she had been on the phone for almost an hour when she walked out of Bellamy's room.

"Sleep!"

Ms. Camille shook her head, put her phone on the table, and went all the way to her room, and without doing anything else, lay down on the bed.

Due to Bellamy's affair and the fact that her career was on the rise, Ms. Camille, who was already tired, slowly closed her eyes.

I don't know how long it was.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A very clear voice appeared in her ears, and Ms. Camille opened her blank eyes in confusion.

Snort!

The voice that appeared in her ears changed to another, and Camille subconsciously looked at the sound source next to her.

As a result, this look directly scared her to her senses.

In the dimness, a small figure was facing the table next to the bed, holding a bright knife and scratching the table.

And this cloaked figure is not her daughter or who?

"Bellamy?" Ms. Camille's eyes widened.

Just as she was about to act, her daughter, Bellamy, raised her fruit knife and slammed it into the table.

Boom!

With the sound of the stabbing table, Bellamy turned his head stiffly and stiffly, stared at her with blank eyes, and spoke in a voice that was not the same as before.

"Mom, what's wrong with me?"

Invisibly, a bit of horror was added.

“omg！”

For the first time, Ms. Camille looked at Bellamy, who was showing a strange and slightly evil smile, and for the first time there was a panicked expression on her face, but instead of fear, she quickly got up, hugged her daughter, and took away her hands from the knife, away from the fruit knife stuck in the table.

"Do you know what you're doing? Bellamy! Ms. Camille crouched down and grabbed her daughter's shoulders, her face looking anxious.

However, Bellamy just tilted her head and looked at her with a wicked smile on her face.

"I don't know, so what's wrong with me?"

Ms. Camille sat down on the ground, her right hand covering her mouth, and she looked at her daughter with a strangeness in her eyes.

Daytime.

Ms. Camille, who had not slept all night, stood in the hallway, staring at the one-way see-through glass in front of her, staring at the doctor and Bellamy who were talking, her tired eyes showing a look of worry and concern from time to time.

Although she didn't sleep all night, it didn't affect her thinking.

Combined with what had happened recently and how she felt, she vaguely sensed that something was wrong in her heart, just like her daughter who stood by her bedside with a fruit knife last night,

It seemed so strange to her at the time, as if it didn't look like her daughter, but someone else.

Suddenly, Ms. Camille crossed her arms and stared at Bellamy, who was talking to the doctor, and bit her lip.

After some time.

Ms. Camille reappears in a room with the same one-way see-through glass walls, where she can see her daughter playing with toys inside, and she can't see her.

Looking at Bellamy, who was loading a dirt truck, Ms. Camille withdrew her gaze and stared at the pensive doctor next to her.

"So your test results?"

The doctor's eyebrows furrowed.

This could not be concealed from Ms. Camille, who gritted her teeth and clenched her hands tightly, but her face was expressionless.

Next, the doctor's voice was very tangled and confused, which was completely inconsistent with his identity.

"Ms. Camille, combined with what you said, I suspect that your daughter has a typical abnormal brain chemical current activity, and it may be that there is something wrong with the temporal lobe.

Because this place causes hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and there are symptoms of convulsions, your daughter can have incontinence and even personality changes, and destructive behavior can stem from this. ”

At this, the doctor paused, his voice became more tangled, and he looked up at the expressionless Lady Camille, and continued.

"If that's the case, then your daughter's brain should have a corresponding situation such as a scab area, so as long as we remove the relevant scab area, we can cure your daughter, but ......"

The doctor paused, obviously thinking about what to say later, and his pressure in the face of such a rich man was not ordinarily great.

Sensing this, Ms. Camille subconsciously grabbed her grip and looked at Bellamy, who had been playing with toys all the time, and from these two sentences, she seemed to know the doctor's next sentence and the result.

"Go on!"

The doctor recalled the results of electroencephalogram, angiography, etc., and his face showed puzzlement: "After relevant examinations, the results showed that your daughter's body is very healthy and there is no abnormality. ”

(End of chapter)