Chapter 362: Devour

As time went on and Yvonne spent more and more time alone, the cold, sinister voice in her mind seemed to gain a life of its own, gradually consuming her reason and will. It grew clearer, louder, as if constantly whispering in her ear. “End it all. You no longer have the strength to fight. Only death can bring you true relief.” Yvonne’s resolve began to waver. Each day became a battle between self-torment and resistance, pushing her to the brink of a mental collapse. One day, when she was seven months pregnant, the combined weight of her physical and mental burdens became too much. The evil voice finally overpowered her sense of reason. That evening, sunlight streamed through the window, casting a stifling aura into the room. Yvonne sat at the table, staring blankly out the window, her gaze occasionally landing on the fruit knife lying on the table. Her fingers trembled slightly, but her heartbeat remained strangely calm. The voice echoed once more in her mind: “End it. End thi