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Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 780
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Chapter 780

She stared in terror at those men with their monster-like fangs, not daring to make a move.

"Help me, help me!"

In the dimly lit room, the girl lay on the reclining chair, frantically waving her arms while the man beside her

watched with worry but never reached out to touch her.

The voice on the phone continued, "Mia, what do you see?"

"Men-those men are surrounding a woman. They're saying they want to eat meat, to eat this woman's flesh."

Mia's voice trembled.

Sarah had heard Mia describe this scene many times before. Hearing these horrifying details again, she felt less

fear than before.

"Mia, it's all fake. They're just trying to scare you."

"No! It's not fake! They're picking up knives."

In Mia's vision, the woman was pushed to the ground. A burly man held a knife and slowly crouched down,

placing the blade over a blazing fire until it glowed red-hot.

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The man stared intently at the woman's thigh, then stabbed down viciously.

"He's cutting flesh!" Mia's voice broke apart, as if she was witnessing the most terrifying thing imaginable.

Hearing her description, Zachary nearly dropped his phone. This scene reminded him of something.

"Mia, stay calm. In that bloody room, you should be able to see other people. Think carefully-who else do you

see?" Sarah asked.

She'd asked this question many times, and Mia had answered it many times. There was always only one answer.

"Sarah is there too."

Hearing this, Sarah's heart skipped a beat nervously. Why did Mia's memories still contain her shadow?

She forced herself to stay calm and continued guiding: "Mia, Sarah isn't there. Look more carefully-the woman

who was pushed down has face it's all

a gentle smile on her face.

fake. No one is cutting flesh." s

This was a common psychological technique using external voices to guide someone trapped in a nightmare to

slowly peel away the layers of their trauma, transforming fear into something less frightening. s

In many previous attempts, she had guided Mia through this process but had never reached the final step.

Under her gentle voice, Mia gradually began to see everything around her more clearly.

Just as Sarah had said, there was no flesh-cutting. The pools of blood seemed to vanish into thin air, and even

the smell of blood disappeared.

Had all those images been her imagination? Were they all unreal?

Just then, she heard a voice like a demon's.

"Drink this."

Drink what?

She spun around to see a man carrying a bowl walking toward the woman lying in the pool of blood.

The next moment, she saw it clearly-it was a bowl of blood.

"He's forcing her to drink blood! That's blood-human blood!" Mia screamed uncontrollably.

Sarah was stunned. She unconsciously remembered the scene at Westfield Mall, where she had found herself in

ruins while a man approached her with a bowl of blood, saying, "Drink this. s

"Mia, what do you see?" Sarah's voice began to tense up too.

Mia didn't hide anything and described everything she saw. "That man is walking toward the woman with a bowl

of fresh blood, putting it to her lips, trying to force her to drink it."

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