?Chapter 908:


    “Harlee, Rhys will always belong to me!” Lindsay hystericallyughed.


    “No!” Harlee was jolted awake from her nightmare, her eyes shot open, and her hand instinctively clenched into a fist. She gasped for breath, her back drenched in cold sweat. Three years had passed, yet Rhys falling off the cliff still tormented her.


    Every day and night, the piercing pain in her dreams once again left her in agony, forcing her to use self-harm as a coping mechanism to calm herself.


    Each day during thest three years, Harlee had made it a habit of wandering to the edge of the cliff, searching for Rhys, but he had disappeared without a trace, not even leaving a body.


    All she found was Lindsay, rescued by vigers but now mentally broken.


    At that moment, Lindsay couldn’t remember anything, but when Harlee appeared, she would clearly say, “I killed Rhys.”


    Harlee didn’t believe it. She continued to hold onto the hope that she would find Rhys one day.


    But words like “I killed Rhys” and “He’s already gone” haunted her in the dead of night.


    Feeling the pain from her bleeding palm, Harlee slowly came back to her senses and picked up her phone. It was half past ten. The nightmares were arriving earlier and earlier… They used toe around three or four in the morning.


    Rubbing her growling stomach, Harlee threw off the covers, nning to find something to eat when her phone rang.


    It was Noel, her therapist and new friend.


    After Lindsay’s appearance, Harlee’s guilt almost consumed her. She couldn’t sleep for nights and even had thoughts of ending her life. It wasn’t until one night when she held a knife to her wrist that she realized she might be suffering from a mental issue.


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    Not wanting to burden her family or Tonya, Harlee randomly reached out to a therapist. Only then did she learn that she had moderate depression, and for the past three years, she had been secretly undergoing treatment with Noel.


    “Harlee, have you taken the medication I gave you? Are the nightmares still happening?” Noel’s voice sounded weary, as though he had been up all night working on an experiment.


    “If it’s not helping, I’ll adjust it for you tomorrow. I heard a new ce opened in the south. Let’s meet for a meal and talk. I’ve got other things to do here, so I’ll end this call for now. I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon.”


    Noel quickly finished speaking and hung up, not allowing Harlee a chance to respond. That was his usual way; always making ns ahead of time.


    A new restaurant? It had been a while since Harlee tried something new, so she figured she might as well give it a go tomorrow.


    With this thought, Harlee lost interest in going downstairs for bread andy back down, closing her eyes again. She wasn’t seeking sleep, but rather a reunion with Rhys in her dreams, even if the encounter caused her pain. She simply longed to see him again.


    The next day, Harlee opted for aid-back outfit: a pale blue sweatshirt, beige utility trousers, in white sneakers, and a coordinating canvas satchel. To shield her delicate features, she tilted a dark beige cap low over her forehead.


    As Harlee stepped out of her room, a message from Noel lit up her phone.


    “I’m downstairs.”


    She responded with a brief “Alright,” descended the stairs, greeted Lonnie and Sk, and exited the house.


    “Take care out there,” Lonnie called out.


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