Even if Jim created some questionable medicines in the process, it wouldn't matter. After all, he wouldn't be the one
to suffer the consequences of the experimental drugs.
Take Simon, for example. After consuming the latest concoction from Jim's research, he transformed into someone
incapable of uttering a word.
Even when Jim asked him to leave the pharmaceutical laboratory, Simon refused to budge.
Little did Jim expect that Diana would call Simon. Jim glanced at Simon, his eyes an indescribable emotion.
Eventually, his mocking tone turned into sarcasm.
“You seem to have deep feelings for her.”
Simon smiled, neither confirming nor denying Jim's words.
Whether the feelings were deep or not, Simon couldn't even figure it out himself.
He recalled that warm Christmas dinner, unsure whether he should continue treating Diana as a woman or regard
her as his sister-in-law.
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Even if he wanted to see her as a sister-in-law, Julian probably wouldn't agree.
Thinking about Julian's disapproving face and the tacit approval he received during the dinner at the Fulcher family
table, a warmth he couldn't express flowed within him.
Throughout his life, it seemed like he was always compared to Julian. Because of this comparison, he sought
recognition from the Fulchers.
Now that Madam Fulcher was no longer around and
Julian's parents were gone, the only recognition he sought was from Julian.
His brother.
Simon silently pronounced the word in his heart, and his smile widened.
In fact, saying that word felt quite pleasant. His mouth was filled with sweetness, and the sharp burning sensation in
his throat was gone.
He was halfway reclining on the sofa. After a few minutes of silence, Simon picked up a black pill in front of him. He
grabbed a glass of water, and tilted his head back to swallow it.
Fanny had another dream.
In her dreams, there was always a child crying out for his mother.
He was so small and chubby. Sometimes, he glowed white, as if he was radiating light. Other times, he seemed to
frown.
His eyes kept staring at her, and he never stopped calling out, “Mommy! Mommy, why don't you want me?"
Fanny watched as he crawled towards her with great effort.
She really wanted to hug him, but she couldn't control her body. She kicked at him, telling him to go away.
The child cried even louder. His chubby body wasted away rapidly, finally turning into something resembling only
human skin.
She woke up abruptly. When she realized it was just a dream, her forehead and back were already soaked in sweat.
The room was pitch dark. When she tried to get up and turn on the light, she couldn't find the switch.
In a daze, she saw a figure crouched at the foot of the bed and thought she must be mistaken.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe rubbed her eyes, but it was real!
There was a figure at her feet!
The image of the baby from her dream flashed before her eyes again, and Fanny screamed. She covered her head
in agony.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Mommy didn't mean to...”
She was in pain too, having lost the baby.
Yet, she had no choice.
Perhaps the fall on the set was fate...
It was fate that allowed her to see through the demon with a human face, Oliver Channing!
Oliver was awakened by Fanny's scream.
In fact, he had never left. He had only gone out to buy something to calm the nerves.
After he and Yvonne saw Fanny, both thought Fanny didn't look well, especially with the dark circles under her eyes.
Plus, judging from her attitude towards
Yvonne after he left, he was convinced that Fanny needed a good rest.
So, he brought something to calm her nerves.
When he returned to find her asleep, he couldn't resist giving her a foot massage.