Chapter 277 On the verge of crisis! Chuck, you don’t want anything to happen to Susan, right?

late at night.

After the party at Howard Jr.'s house, Chuck drove Mia and Monica, who was half-pushed and half-followed by all the old friends, back to the mountainside villa.

"This is the guest room. You can stay here first. If you need anything, just tell me..."

Once she got rid of all the old friends, after Monica got over the initial embarrassment, as soon as she arrived at the mountainside villa, she was as enthusiastic as a hostess and started greeting and arranging for Mia without Chuck having to say anything.

"Thank you so much, Monica."

Mia is sincerely grateful.

"nothing."

Monica looked at the weak Mia, shook her head and said with a smile: "We will be friends from now on. Friends should help each other. Maybe in the future, if I give birth to an uneasy son, he will be sent to your school."

Here, I want you to worry more."

"You will be the best mother."

Mia did not explain that she would not open another correctional school after taking over, but just looked at Monica with a smile.

"Then you must have the opportunity to become a mother first."

Monica was very happy at first, then glanced at Chuck's master bedroom, her eyes dimmed a little, and she forced a smile.

"You must be tired after a busy day. I won't disturb your rest. I'll be right next door."

With that said, he closed the door of the guest room and walked to the guest room next door.

Mia looked at the guest room for a while, washed up, and lay down on the bed. She huddled up, holding the cross on her chest with both hands, and chanted the prayer she had learned when she was a nun, over and over again.

Fell asleep in a daze.

Until I was awakened by a vaguely strange and penetrating sound.

She opened her eyes suddenly, let go of the cross in her hand, and after listening attentively, she got up and walked to the door, opened the door, came to the corridor, and followed the sound to the master bedroom.

The sound of classic scientific research came from the master bedroom.

Um.

The topic is the linear correlation between biological psychology and physical momentum.

"Will Mia stay here forever?"

From being a novice in scientific research to having the courage to challenge weaknesses, Monica, who is now a mature scientific research assistant, asked distractedly while following the progress of scientific research.

Obviously, even though she sympathized with Mia's experience, she was still distracted by the fact that a young woman like Mia was suddenly so close to Chuck.

Otherwise, she doesn't have Chuck's ability to multi-task. Under such intense scientific research, she would be completely distracted.

"Won't."

Chuck's voice came out: "She lives in an old castle inherited from her family. How can she always live here."

"Then even if she comes to stay occasionally, she can't stay in my guest room."

Monica emphasized.

"If you are willing to let her live there, I won't let her live there either."

Chuck said bluntly.

Monica couldn't help laughing.

She knows why.

Because she came often and stayed in that guest room all the time, Chuck, who had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, assumed that the guest room belonged to her.

Now it's just a matter of getting the exact answer from Chuck.

After being ridiculous, she suddenly stopped laughing. Normally she would have tolerated it, but at this moment, she finally asked: "If other people come more often... can this villa be suitable for living?"

"

"This is not a problem."

Chuck calmly faced this fatal problem for ordinary people.

"How to say?"

Monica asked.

"This villa is just a temporary residence. The official residence in the future will definitely be the castle."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "It's enough for filming school scenes, and one castle is not enough, so just buy a few more. It will be enough no matter what."

"..."

Monica was speechless.

What a magical old castle. One of them is not enough, so I need to buy a few more!

Then she would rather live in this mountainside villa forever.

Outside the master bedroom.

Mia stood there quietly for a long time, then turned around and walked back to her guest room.

In the master bedroom.

Chuck glanced outside the door and used physical science to get Monica, who was speechless, to continue participating in the scientific research discussion.

Mia returned to the guest room, sat in front of the dressing table, and looked in the mirror. She didn't turn on the light, only the moonlight from outside the room came in, making it vaguely bright.

Mia in the mirror is blurry.

But at a glance, it will make people stare back in horror.

Those eyes were no longer weak and helpless, but filled with a different kind of madness. He just stared at the mirror, took the handbag, took out the mobile phone from inside, and dialed a number.

"911, how can I help you?"

After the 911 dispatcher's voice sounded on the other end of the phone, Mia hung up the phone.

She sent another text message, then deleted the messages and phone calls, put away her phone, walked back to the bed, opened her hands in the shape of a cross, lay back and fell heavily on the bed.

The next day.

Monica hummed a little tune and started cleaning together with Justine who came over to clean. Seeing that it was getting late and Mia hadn't gotten up yet, she came over and knocked on the door.

"Mia, are you up?"

A knock on the door woke Mia up, but she suddenly opened her eyes, took a big breath, agreed, and wanted to get up, but there was a burst of pain under her body, making her shrink into a ball and moan.

"Mia, are you okay?"

Monica knocked on the door again.

"I'm fine."

Mia looked pale, barely suppressed the pain, and agreed.

"Chuck has left early. Why don't you come out and have breakfast first?"

Monica said through the door.

"I'm not hungry."

Mia reluctantly agreed again, then huddled tightly in a ball. After Monica stopped saying anything and left, she started to cry softly.

After a long time, she got used to the pain, then she insisted on getting up, holding on to the wall and walked into the bathroom to check herself.

After a while.

Along with the sound of bathing, her increasingly painful cries could be heard faintly in the bathroom.

When Monica saw Mia again, she saw that her eyes were red and swollen, her whole body looked so weak and heartbreaking, and her eyes were blank and lifeless compared to before.

"Mia, what's wrong with you?"

Mia then focused on Monica's face and looked at Monica intently for a while. When Monica touched her face for no apparent reason to make sure there was nothing on her face, she shook her head and lowered her head to look.

The cross on his chest does not speak.

"I'm still sad about that."

Monica thought for a while, realized what she was thinking, looked at Mia who was hanging her head with pity in her eyes, and comforted her.

"A woman can have a smooth life, but who won't meet a few scumbags? Don't worry, things will get better in the future..."

After comforting her for a long time, Mia raised her head, avoided looking at Monica, and said, "I want to go out later."

"I send you!"

Monica is very enthusiastic.

"No!"

Mia's voice rose a little higher. Seeing Monica's surprise, she lowered her head and said, "If possible, I want to go by myself."

"That's fine."

Monica didn't think much and nodded: "There are plenty of cars in the garage. I'll help you get the keys. If you need anything, just call us. Don't worry!"

"Um."

Mia softly agreed in her nose, watching Monica's back as she stood up to get the key, clutching the cross on her chest with complicated eyes.

After getting the key, Mia drove away from the mountainside villa, walked around for a long time, found a small clinic, went in secretly, gave a false name, and found a female doctor to check it out.

Then he rejected the female doctor's suggestion to help, and hurriedly came out in the eyes of the female doctor who sighed.

After driving away from the clinic, she stopped in a deserted place and cried bitterly. Finally, she returned to the mountainside villa, returned to the guest room, entered the bathroom, took the medicine prescribed to her by the female doctor, and healed herself.

Then he held the cross on his chest, knelt beside the bed and began to pray, and his eyes regained a trace of life.

A remote side road in New Jersey.
To be continued...