Chapter 3 But after the hypnosis, she might not be able to take good care of herself. So he needed to arrange her destination now, to prevent her from clinging to him. Brylee hesitated for a long time before finally writing down a string of numbers. "This is my husband's phone number. Send me back to him." At that, her eyes suddenly reddened for no reason. Her voice sank to a whisper. "If he doesn't want me... could you send me to the Rainbow Bridge?" Lucian nodded without hesitation. He always listened to his clients. "Then let's begin." As the watch swung, strange sounds echoed in Brylee's ears. Her mind was filled with bizarre images, many of which had never existed in her memory. Her parents' divorce, both fighting to keep her older sister. She, as a kid, cowered in the corner, terrified, crying, and begging them not to abandon her. She promised to eat little, to study hard, and to be a good daughter. In the end, her father won the case and took her sister away. She stayed with her mother, who beat and scolded her every day, calling her a burden, blaming her for ruining the rest of her life. She once rescued a frail but handsome boy from human traffickers, secretly hiding and caring for him. That time with him was the happiest of her short life. But later, his family found him and took him away. She was taken in by Jamarion. But unlike that boy, she wasn't so lucky. Jamarion tricked her into giving up her kidney, cheated with her sister, and she even bore him a frail daughter, who later died because Jamarion was too focused on saving his first love. Brylee herself was left with severe kidney disease and depression. In utter despair, she ended her life. At her death, a nobleman cradled her body, sobbing. "Brylee, I'm sorry. I came too late." Her blood dyed his white shirt red. *** These visions seemed to span her entire life. When the hypnosis ended, Lucian was astonished to see Brylee's once dull eyes now shining like gems. Her sorrow had vanished, replaced by a firm and profound expression. "How do you feel?" Lucian asked. Brylee looked at him, eyes wide with shock. "Who are you?" It was way too shocking. He had actually shown her... Lucian said meaningfully, "Miss, the sea of suffering is endless, but turning back is the shore. "Do you still remember your family?" Brylee's lips parted slightly. After a long silence, she shook her head firmly. Lucian picked up the phone number she had written earlier and sent a text to Jamarion. "Your wife is with me. Three days of storage. Come collect her quickly." Jamarion received the message while sitting quietly in Kylee's ward, working on his laptop. His assistant entered with his phone, respectfully handing it over. "Mr. Galvan, you have a new message." Annoyed at being disturbed, Jamarion took the phone, cold eyes scanning the message. His eagle-like eyes narrowed sharply, and then he let out a cold laugh. Were scammers these days really this stupid? His wife Brylee was lying in her hospital bed. After her surgery, she slept all day. How could she have gotten out to fall into any scammer's hands? But after putting the phone down, an inexplicable unease rose in him. He suddenly stood and strode quickly into the room next door. It was better to check if Brylee was still in her hospital room. That would set his mind at ease. But when he pushed open the door, he froze instantly. The room was empty. The white bedding was neatly folded. So... the text message had been real? Jamarion's deep eyes suddenly looked cold. His fists clenched, joints cracking. Finally, he muttered in frustration, "Brylee, can't you ever stop worrying me?" Instead of staying in the hospital to recover, she had gone out and run into scammers? Only someone as foolish as Brylee would do that.