Hazel was sincere. She really wanted to help Sophia because Sophia helped her when she was in the most difficult time.
Sophia shook her head, “Hazel, I am ok. Don't worry."
Hazel never believed Sophia again.
In a short period of time, her hand was injured again and again. Carelessness could not explain that.
After work, Sophia drove the car to leave the company. Hazel followed her. Afraid that Sophia found her, she deliberately lagged behind a distance. Forty minutes later, Sophia entered a villa.
Hazel parked her car on the side of the road and frowned: Why Sophia was here? The people who live here were either rich or powerful.
Hazel pondered on the curb for a moment and when she was about to drive away, a familiar black Rolls-Royce passed by her and entered the villa.
That was the car of Mr. Berry!
Sophia, Mr. Berry...
Hazel suddenly thought of something.
On the second day at work, Hazel pulled Sophia out and whispered to her, “Sophia, are you living with Mr. Berry there? Has Mr. Berry been torturing you?"
Sophia did not expect her to ask such a question, “How do you know?!"
She answered to Hazel's first question, but Hazel thought it was the answer to the two questions.
Hazel's eyes immediately got red. She held Sophia's hands, “Sophia, don't live with Mr. Berry. Move to my house! Get away from there."
Hazel finally couldn't help crying out, “Sophia, it is my fault. You wouldn't be like this if it wasn't for me."
Sophia was stunned and did not understand what Hazel meant. She then woke up and explained, “Hazel, it has nothing to do with you. I've been out of sorts lately because...I recently learned that I lost someone who were close to me. All the injuries on my body were caused by my own carelessness, which has nothing to do with Mr. Berry."
"Really?" Hazel was skeptical.
Sophia nodded, “Yes, I'm not lying to you."
That night, Sophia had a nightmare again. It was a different nightmare. Previous dreams had picture first, this dream had sound first.
There was a weird sound like that made by a ghost.
Sophia felt nervous and sat up from the bed, and then the bedroom became green, accompanied by the rhythm of that weird sound, this green seemed to be slowly shaking.
It was a dream. It was a dream. Sophia told herself. She pinched her arm hard. There was a sharp pain in it. Her mind sobered up, but the picture did not disappear.
The room was still green, and there was weird sound from the corner. It seemed that the next moment, there would be a ferocious ghost coming out from the corner.
Sophia got off the bed and ran toward the door with the fastest speed. She ran into the living room, thinking it would be all right, but she saw the shadow of a long-haired woman floating on the wall in front of her.
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