Chapter 254

In my memories, my dad seemed to be in great pain and fear. To him, I appeared as some kind of terrifying monster. These memories, which I had somehow entirely erased from my mind, had been selectively replaced with only happy ones. "Wendell... do we really have to send Stephie to a mental hospital?" "If we don't take action now, the situation could worsen later on. Imagine if she ends up killing someone." "Stop! Don't even say that!" "Do you recall the incident last month when your friend visited with her son, Michael? We had merely praised Michael and playfully brought up the topic of a childhood betrothal, and Stephie had Georgie intimidate him. Michael, who's just an eight-year-old boy, was left traumatized by dogs, and he suffered a fever for several days." In the dim room, my parents' argumentative voices resounded. As I stood outside the room, their silhouettes before me sharpened my memories. Indeed, I had been sent to a mental hospital. I was only five years old at th