CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129: COUNT TO ONE HUNDRED AND I’LL COME FIND YOU

There must be something wrong with them.

Juliana must die.

Stella secretly clenched her fists, suppressing the surging emotions.

...

Inside the psychological clinic.

Juliana lay on the treatment chair, taking deep breaths.

Dr. Monroe warmly said, "Miss Jacobs, even though you’ve signed the necessary consent forms, I still need to remind you again. Hypnotherapy involves deep exploration of your subconscious, but the process can have serious side effects. Are you sure you want to continue?"

Juliana nodded.

"Ok, then please relax with me..."

Juliana slowly closed her eyes, and soon beads of sweat started to form on her forehead.

She gripped the armrests tightly, her body trembled, and her breathing gradually became rapid and difficult.

In the darkness of her consciousness, violent shakings accompanied by a woman’s screams pierced her nerves.

Blurred images frequently flashed back, a glaring red light suddenly emerged, followed by a tearing headache and an almost suffocating sense of pressure.

"No..."

Juliana abruptly opened her eyes, a violent dizziness and nausea surged up, and she slid off the treatment chair, kneeling on the ground and vomiting intensely.

After she calmed down, Dr. Monroe helped her back into the treatment chair.

Then he called in Summer Shaw, who had been waiting outside.

Seeing her near-exhausted appearance, Summer felt heartbroken and quickly gave her some water.

"When you lost consciousness just now, what was the last thing you heard, saw, or felt?" Dr. Monroe asked.

Juliana dared not recall, as thinking about it seemed to make her brain explode, and she shook her head vigorously.

"Nothing, nothing at all."

Dr. Monroe looked a bit disappointed, "We were trying to approach your core memories, but the emotional intensity they contained exceeded the limits your current psychological defense system could bear. So I suggest pausing the hypnotherapy, we can start from..."

Dr. Monroe hadn’t finished when Juliana waved her hand.

"Maybe forgetting is a good thing, I won’t seek it, neither my memories nor my parents."

This time, Summer Shaw wholeheartedly agreed.

In fact, all these years, Juliana had been doing fine on her own without them.

Without the warmth of a home, she could warm herself, there was no need to make herself so miserable.

After a while of resting, Juliana, with Summer’s help, left the psychological clinic.

In the passenger seat, the headache and palpitations from hypnotherapy had not subsided. She leaned back and closed her eyes to rest.

"Don’t go to the office today, go back and rest for a couple of days."

Summer said while starting the car.

"It’s fine, I’ll be okay after a nap."

Juliana adjusted her sitting position and curled up.

As the car just passed an intersection, a brown sedan suddenly swerved in from the side, and Summer quickly turned the steering wheel to change lanes.

Juliana opened her eyes alertly and looked at the brown sedan.

"Can you shake him off?" Juliana asked.

Summer held the steering wheel tightly, "There’s quite some traffic, it won’t be easy."

Juliana somewhat regretted it. Because she was going for therapy today, she went in Summer’s car.

"No matter what, don’t leave the city."

Juliana instinctively grasped the car’s roof handle, her pale face breaking out in a cold sweat again. She took out her phone to call the police.

However, that car followed them closely, repeatedly squeezing their driving space, forcing Summer’s car onto the overpass.

"It’s not working," Summer said, her hands trembling on the steering wheel, "If we go any further, we’ll be on the airport expressway."

As soon as she finished, the car that had swerved at them earlier suddenly accelerated and rammed them from behind.

Summer increased the speed, successfully widening the distance between them and the other car.

But the car had also entered the airport expressway.

Juliana, with a tense face, stared at the rearview mirror, as the car once again stuck to them like a ghost.

What on earth did they want?

At this moment, a business vehicle suddenly rushed out from the side ramp.

Summer couldn’t dodge in time; the massive impact sent their car spinning out of control, the whole world whirling in chaos.

During the violent shaking, fragments of memory shattered and surged in Juliana’s mind like glass.

In just two seconds, she lost consciousness, and everything came to a halt.

Their car rolled over and crashed on the roadside, plunging into silence.

"Isaac, it’s done," the driver said excitedly after checking.

"Get out of here quickly, make sure they can’t find you or trace back to me."

"Yes."

Then the two vehicles sped away from the scene, disappearing without a trace.

Not far away, a Red Flag L5 smoothly headed toward the airport.

The driver noticed the vehicle overturned on the roadside ahead, the undercarriage facing up, double flashes still flickering rapidly.

He slowed down slightly and asked, "It looks like there’s been an accident up ahead. Should we assist?"

Quinn Shepherd raised his wrist, about to check the time to decide, but then he heard Elias Langley in the back seat speak sternly, "Stop."

The car pulled over onto the emergency lane.

Quinn Shepherd was the first to jump out of the car, quickly running towards the overturned vehicle.

Upon seeing the situation inside the car, his pupils tightened immediately, and he bent down to reach into the deformed cabin, pulling the semi-conscious Summer out.

"Boss, Juliana’s in the passenger seat," he called out urgently.

Elias Langley frowned, about to step forward, but the driver quickly moved ahead, deftly prying open the dented car door by hand, carefully rescuing the unconscious Juliana, and gently laying her on the roadside.

"She’s breathing, but her head was hit; it’s hard to say how bad it is," the driver said after checking.

Even though Summer was trembling uncontrollably, she still staggered over to Juliana.

"Juliana, Juliana..."

She patted Juliana’s face, but Juliana didn’t respond.

If they hadn’t gone to the psychological clinic, Juliana’s condition might not have been this dire.

She grabbed Elias Langley’s trouser leg, "Please save her, save her."

Elias Langley gazed at the person on the ground without speaking immediately.

Quinn Shepherd stood by, rationally saying, "Boss, the ambulance is on its way, and our flight is about to take off. We only preset the meeting time and place with that lady; she doesn’t have a phone, and if we miss it..."

Summer got anxious upon hearing this, "Even when the ambulance gets here it’ll take at least ten more minutes, isn’t using your car faster?"

Elias Langley lowered himself into a half-squat, reaching out to feel Juliana’s pulse.

At this point, fragments of memories kept crashing into Juliana, dragging her deeper, but when someone firmly took hold of her wrist, she stopped falling, and the world suddenly turned bright.

"Count to one hundred, and I’ll come find you when you reach one hundred."

The voice was familiar, but it didn’t match any of the faces in her mind.

Juliana tried hard to see the person’s appearance, but all she could see was the hand firmly gripping hers and a clean, crisp white shirt cuff.

Just then, that hand suddenly let go.

After checking Juliana’s pulse, Elias Langley stood up.

Juliana suddenly struggled to regain a hint of consciousness, returned to reality, and saw that the person in front of her was him.

She used all her strength to lift her weak wrist, trying to grasp his departing hand, and called out, "Manager."