She liked the way he expressed his love in this way.

It will make her feel that he values her.

She could give her whole body and mind to him.

Violet did not speak again, but leaned into his arms, feeling his warm body heat, extraordinarily reassuring.

A few moments later, the door to the children's room opened.

The master hypnotist came out.

"Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson, the young master is recovering well, just a few more sessions of psychological counseling will do."

Great.

My son can finally get back to normal.

"Thanks."

Violet cried tears of joy.

Louis shook hands with the master hypnotist and personally escorted him out the door.

Violet wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and gently pushed in the door to the children's room.

At this moment, the little one is sitting on the sofa, still a little dumb.

Violet heart a piece of pity, walked to his side, lightly rubbed his little head.

"Luka, how do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"

Luka doesn't say anything, just slowly turns her head to look at her.

The dark eyes are brighter in the soft light.

Violet saw that he did not speak, afraid to stimulate him, and quickly got up and said, "Mommy asked someone to come and take you to wash up, okay?" The little guy isn't really back to normal yet.

Don't get irritated by her again.

Violet bellyached and was about to leave when her hand was pulled by someone.

"Mommy."

A clear and pleasant child's voice sounded behind him.

Violet's head exploded and her heartbeat pounded violently.

She turned around sharply and held the little one's hand tightly, "Luka, was that you calling me just now? Can you call out again?"

She wasn't hearing things, was she?

It was her son calling her mommy, right?

Luka's eyes shone brightly, as if a smile had crossed them.

He opened his mouth and called out again, "Mommy."

It was really her son calling her!

Her son finally recognized her!

Violet's nose was sore and her eyes were red as she embraced Luka into her arms.

"Good boy, Mommy's here!"

Her good boy, she will never leave him again!

Luka's small hands slowly wrapped around Violet's waist and grinned.

It turns out that Auntie Violet is her real mommy!

No wonder he likes her so much!

Violet put her son and daughter to sleep and went to the hospital with Louis.

The asylum at night, from time to time, a few strange screams.

That's the cry of a patient when he has an attack.

It sounds a bit oozy.

Violet followed Louis closely and came to a hospital room accompanied by a doctor.

In the hospital room, Kate is sitting quietly at the end of the bed.

With a set of keys in his hand, he eyed them.

They had talked to the doctor about her condition before coming.

Kate is mentally stimulated and therefore sometimes lucid and sometimes confused.

Whether or not she can return to normal depends on how well she heals.

And at the moment, she looks like she should be awake.

Violet stared at the woman in front of her, her red lips pursed.

How she wished this Kate would tell her, in a lucid moment, what the hell was going on with her mother's death? "Kate, Max is your boyfriend, right?"

Louis didn't delay and asked straightforwardly.

Hearing these words, Kate, who was calmly looking at the keychain, stiffened her body and slowly raised her eyes.

"Max, my boyfriend? This negative guy, he's a negative guy!"

Kate suddenly slammed the keychain in her hand at Louis, and her eyes changed.

Louis caught the keychain with a quick eye and a slightly sullen face.

"Give me back my keychain, you give me back my keychain!"

Kate finished smashing the keychain, then suddenly jumped out of bed in a panic and ran towards Louis.

Louis's dark eyes narrowed and he brought Violet behind him, saying in a cold voice: "Want the keychain? Fine, then you tell me how Amalia really died."

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