Chapter 255
Today, Stephanie was home alone,
She sat at the dining table, sipping a large glass of milk with a seemingly natural demeanor. As Molly left and closed the door, Stephanie immediately put down her breakfast. In truth, she was suffering from stomach acid and couldn’t eat. She was just pretending.
She was expressionless as she quickly stood up and walked to the balcony. She brought an extendable aluminum ladder into the apartment.
Stephanie placed the ladder against the cast wall of the living room, climbed up, and defily removed a black, thumb–sized device from a hidden comer of the ceiling.
She then found three more identical devices in the other corners of the living room. These were wireless surveillance cameras
Stephanie knew that the living room, her guest room, and even the balcony were equipped with these cameras. Apart from the bathroom, there were hardly any blind spots in the apartment.
She didn’t bother searching for the cameras in other places. It seemed unnecessary.
Stephanie threw the four small electronic devices from the living room into the trash, returned the ladder to the balcony, and found a 90×60 cm whiteboard, a whiteboard marker, and an eraser from a storage cabinet by the balcony.
Sitting on the sofa, she placed the whiteboard on her lap, holding it with her left hand while her right hand sketched
Occasionally, she furrowed her brows, annoyed, and erased everything she had previously drawn, then started over.
“It’s not like this, it’s not like this..” Stephanie muttered to herself
whole.
With her right hand holding the marker, she closed her eyes as if forcing herself to recall something. Based on her memory, she swiftly jotted down notes on the whiteboard, including some diagrams and analyses. She was creating a mind map, trying to piece together the fragmented memories
in her mind.
But each time, she would stop, her expression heavy with frustration, as if something was amiss.
The entire apartment was tranquil, with only the faint sound of her erasing the whiteboard from time to time,
Suddenly, a
a phone ringing broke the silence.
Stephanie was shocked, and the marker in her hand fell to the floor. She turned to look at the phone flashing on the TV cabinet
Stephanie was on high aler. She immediately grabbed the eraser and wiped all the text and drawings off the whiteboard
She seemed indifferent to the incoming call. She placed the whiteboard on the sofa beside her, bent down to retrieve the marker that had fallen to the floor, and rolled away.
Stephanie crawled around in search of the marker and found it under the potted fern on the left side of the TV cabinet. As she reached for it, her movements hesitated, and her gaze fixed on a small red ornament hanging on the plant’s pot
She picked up the marker and yanked the ornament of the tree.
When she touched it, her expression turned icy
Without changing her demeanor, she flipped the delicate, palm–sized ornament over, revealing a reflective lens. It was another camera. “How many cameras are there in this apartment?”
This camera was different from the ones she had found earlier. Was it another group of people?
The phone on the TV cabinet continued to ring incessantly, the caller persistent.
Stephanie glanced at the unfamiliar caller ID. Her left hand clenched the newly found red camera tightly, her emotions barely contained, squeezing it with all her might. Yet, she remained expressionless
“Who are you?” Stephanie pressed the answer button, her hoarse voice sofily utering the three words.
A somewhat unfamiliar male voice responded, “Hello, I’m Matthew Rowen, the chief doctor previously in charge of your treatment.
“You might not remember me. I was the one responsible for you when you first had the car accident, be continued, trying to jog her memory.
Suddenly, as if something had triggered her, Stephanie responded through gritted teeth, “I know, you’re Dr.
Консп
He was the one who operated on her when she was rushed into the emergency room. How could she ever forget!
The caller clearly sensed the unusual tone in her voice and asked patiently. “Ms. Reed, I’m calling to follow up. How are you feeling mentally?”
TUS AM
Chapter 255
“Who do you work for?” Stephanie interrupted coldly, cutting off his supposed concern.
There was a two–second pause as if he was shocked or trying to comprehend her sudden outburst. “Ms. Reed, you must be mistaken. I’m just worried about your mental health…
“Mental health? Are you trying to tell me that the conversations I overheard in the operating room were just figments of my imagination? Do you think I don’t know?”
Stephanie clenched her phone tighter, her face darkening with the weight of her memories. Her emotions were on the brink of exploding as she roared, “Do you think I don’t know? Do you all really think I don’t know!
“This car accident wasn’t… I wasn’t injured at all in the accident. I was knocked unconscious by an attack. I heard your conversations in that cold, closed operating room. Someone ordered you to record the surgery. I felt the cold scalpel cutting into my abdomen. I heard the cries of my newborn babies. I know, I know it all!” Her voice grew shrill with agitation.
“You are all lying to me! You’re all in this together, deceiving me!”
Standing alone in the apartment, she felt the oppressive gaze of countless eyes watching her, and she hated the sensation.
“I am not a puppet. Let me tell you, no one has the right to control
my lifet
Her fury boiled over as she tightly gripped the red–disguised camera in her left hand. She threw it forcefully onto the marble floor, shattering the tiny camera into pieces scattered across the room