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“It’s nothing, Dad. How’s Mrs. Miller?”
“You two should go in. Mrs. Miller said she wants to talk to
you.”
Madeleine’s heart sank. She knew Mrs. Miller was definitely
going to talk to her about Edward.
She quickly changed into sterile scrubs with Roderick and went
inside.
In the hospital bed, Mrs. Miller still looked pale, but she managed to force a smile when she saw Roderick and
Madeleine walk in.
“Mrs. Miller.”
Madeleine hurried over, crouching by the hospital bed and
gently taking Mrs. Miller’s hand.
“Mrs. Miller, how are you feeling?”
Madeleine’s voice was thick with a worry and a sob she couldn’t
hide.
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Mrs. Miller gave a weak smile and gently patted the back of her
hand.
“Much better, don’t worry. The doctor said I’ll be fine after some
observation. I just… I must have scared you, didn’t I?”
Her gaze swept lovingly over Roderick and Madeleine, full of
reassurance.
Roderick shook his head, his voice low, “As long as you’re okay.”
Mrs. Miller sighed, a flicker of lingering fear and confusion in
her eyes. She looked at Madeleine, hesitating to speak.
Madeleine understood immediately. She squeezed Mrs. Miller’s
hand and glanced at Roderick.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Miller. You can tell us what you saw, or what
happened. Roderick… he knows everything. About Edward,
about… some of my things.”
Mrs. Miller looked at Madeleine in surprise, then turned to
Roderick.
Only after Roderick gave a solemn nod did she seem to breathe
a sigh of relief, but then her face turned even paler, as if
recalling something terrifying.
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She took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, her eyes
filled with confusion and fear.
“Actually… I don’t really know what happened.
At the time, Owen had gone to buy me some water, and I was
just standing there waiting for him.”
“Then it was like… I saw a figure, very familiar… It was Edward.”
At the mention of the name, Mrs. Miller’s voice trembled. “I
don’t know why he was there, but the moment I saw him, I felt…..
I felt something was very wrong.”
Her breathing grew a little ragged, and Roderick gently rubbed
her back.
“I… my body, it was like it suddenly wasn’t my own anymore.”
Mrs. Miller’s voice was filled with incredulous terror. “It was as
if some force was pushing me, controlling me, making me walk
towards him!
In my heart, I was terrified. I didn’t want to go near him at all, but my legs… they were moving on their own!”
Madeleine’s heart sank, her nails digging into her palm.
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This feeling, she knew it all too well.
It was the feeling of being forcibly controlled by the “narrative
control” or a “predetermined role“!
Mrs. Miller’s eyes reddened, filled with the relief and lingering
fear of having survived.
“I desperately tried to regain control of my body. I was
screaming in my mind, ‘Stop, stop!‘… I don’t know where the
strength came from, but it felt like… like I broke free for a
moment. I turned and tried to run back…”
She paused, trying hard to remember.
“I think… I managed to force myself back to where I was
standing, a little farther from him. I thought I had succeeded,
but then, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, everything
went black, and I don’t remember anything after that…”
After saying all this, Mrs. Miller seemed to have exhausted all
her strength. She closed her eyes wearily, a tear rolling down
from the corner of her eye.
The hospital room fell into a dead silence.
Madeleine felt a chill run through her, as if she’d been plunged
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into an ice cave.
It was true. It was that force.
If her theory was correct, her initial funding of Edward was the
stepping stone for his business empire, and Zoe was a sacrifice
to enrich Edward’s perfect Persona.
Then Mrs. Miller was the catalyst meant to push her into liking
Edward.
Mrs. Miller broke free from that force’s control, perhaps
because… her role as a catalyst was no longer important?
Did that mean she, too, was now free from its control?
Roderick’s expression was beyond ugly–it was pure, icy rage,
as if he was about to destroy everything.
He struggled to keep his voice steady:
“Mrs. Miller, you did great. You were very brave.
Don’t think about it anymore. Get some rest. I’ll handle the rest.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a reassuring strength and
undeniable resolve.
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Mrs. Miller nodded weakly, seeming genuinely more at ease.
Roderick and Madeleine stayed with her a little longer, and once
she drifted off to sleep again, they quietly slipped out of the
hospital room.
The hospital room door closed softly, sealing in the fragility and
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