Mark walked towards Shelly and stopped in front of her before kneeling down. He took her hand and said, “Aunt Shelly, how much have you suffered in the past? Did that man lay a finger on you? Why didn’t you leave him?”
Shelly’s face instantly turned pale as though she had flashbacks of the past. A hint of horror flashed through her eyes. “What are you talking about...?”
Mark’s grip on Shelly’s hand slightly tightened. “Aunt Shelly, we’re your family, so there’s nothing that you can’t tell me. I just want to understand your past and know why you’re mentally ill when you should be living a normal and happy life instead.”
Shelly panicked and struggled to remove his hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Stop asking! I’m fine now... really... please stop asking...”
Mark paused for a moment. Arianne, knowing that he was being soft-hearted, gritted her teeth before she said, “Aunt Shelly, what are you hiding from us? It’s only us here, so you can talk to us. You’ll feel much better if you do. We can’t bear to see you live like this. We hope that you’re able to get a good night’s sleep instead of being constantly haunted by nightmares. We’re just concerned for your wellbeing.” Anyhow, it was both for Shelly’s wellbeing and theirs, since the farmer’s abnormality had been very inconvenient for the latter.
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