Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 444 Go to Hell

Seeing Ainsley's reaction, Daniel no longer doubted. He guessed that perhaps Ainsley couldn't remember it clearly

because she was semiconscious last night or she thought it was Manuel's trick.

Thinking of that, he put down his guard. He looked at Ainsley with fiery eyes and asked, "Ainsley, what exactly

happened? Tell me about it, and I will try my best to help you."

Ainsley shook her head and pretended to force a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Hume, but I want to deal with it myself.

Well, is the mental health problem still bothering you?"

Hearing her actively mention this matter, Daniel was stunned for a moment. A burst of joy appeared in his heart.

They knew that the mental problem was fake. Ainsley took the initiative to mention it at this time, indicating that

she wanted to get closer to Daniel.

But Daniel still felt unhappy with what happened yesterday. He knew the effect of the medicine he had drugged

Ainsley last night best. He had used it before many times and had never failed.

He looked at Ainsley, feeling uncomfortable. "Yes. Ms. Easton, have you found any new treatment?"

Ainsley had been thinking about how she could change the subject to hypnosis, and she knew it was the time now.

She stood up from the chair and slowly approached Daniel. Her tone became gentler. "Mr. Hume, I have been

studying a new method recently, but I have never tried it before. Are you willing to be one of my experimental

subjects?"

When Daniel saw Ainsley like this, he couldn't already control himself. He smiled unconsciously and replied, "Of

course! You can do anything to me."

Ainsley asked him to sit on the sofa. "Mr. Hume, now lie on this sofa and close your eyes. Remember to be

completely relaxed."

"Okay." Daniel laydown excitedly.

The sofa he lay was a hypnotic sofa that had been custom-made abroad for people who were mentally ill. The

outer layer of it was made of the softest fabric, and the inside of it was also filled with the softest cotton. The

person lying on it would feel like they were resting in clouds.

As soon as Daniel lay down, he felt an unprecedented comfort. He had an urge to sleep without even needing

Ainsley to say something.

Ainsley's voice also went softer and softer. "Mr. Hume, now imagine the scene you have dreamed of before. See?

There is a huge dance stage, and the lights are bright. A woman wearing a white fishtail skirt is walking toward

you."

"Yes. Her smile is bright. She raised her hand and placed it on my palm. We are dancing." Daniel smiled.

Ainsley continued, "Great. You are dancing. And then?"

Daniel's voice became more excited. "She is looking at me tenderly. And her hand begins to touch my cheek."

Ainsley held back the disgust in her heart. She had an impulse to kill Daniel with the knife on the table.

She took out a headset and put it on Daniel's head. She then clicked on the play button. She had him listen to a

forbidden song that lasted for ten minutes.

Then she whispered a few words in his ear. It seemed like she was telling a story. After a while, she walked out of

the consulting room, leaving him lying on the sofa listening to the song.

At night, Daniel slowly woke up and felt it was very dark. He called Ainsley a few times, but no one answered him.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong. He picked up the headset again and listened to the song that was

playing. He then immediately threw the headset to the ground. The song was too freaky.

The night sky was very gloomy, and even the air was filled with a faint strange smell.

Daniel lay on the bed and did not sleep well. His right hand was tightly holding the bed sheet.

"Go to hell!

"Go to hell!"

In the darkness, he suddenly opened his eyes. There was no light, so he did not know where he was. He only felt like

he was stepping on a soft sponge. He could not even stand up and kept swaying.

Daniel walked forward, wanting to leave this dark place, but he couldn't find the direction.

He could only hear the wind blowing past his ears, and then he sensed someone quickly say in his ear, "Go to hell!"

That kind of feeling was so real that he had already sunk to the ground in fear.

"Who the hell is it? Get out!" Daniel shouted with all his might, but his scream only got endless echoes.

"Go to hell!"

Over and over again the devil-like whisper sounded in his ear. He wanted to find who was talking, but he failed.

There was not even a shadow.

The next second, countless whispers came from all directions, saying, "Go to hell!"

It was like countless flies were circling Daniel's ears. He tried to drive them away, but he couldn't even see where

they were.

Suddenly, a cold light broke the darkness. Daniel turned around in fear, only to see a knife falling to his side, but he

still did not see anyone.

Then another dagger dropped on the floor. Countless sharp weapons fell around him as if countless people were

lurking around, wanting to kill him.

Immediately after, Daniel suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a long knife piercing

through his chest.

"Somebody, help!"

All of a sudden, Daniel bounced out of bed. His hand quickly patted something on the table beside the bed. Soon,

the lights were turned on, and the darkness completely disappeared. He finally felt he was safe.

After a heavy breath, he finally regained a trace of calmness. He lowered his head and found that the long knife

piercing through his chest had already gone. There was no pain at all. He suddenly realized that everything just now

was a dream.

Daniel rarely had this kind of nightmare, which he only had when he had seen too many bloody scenes as a child.

But everything in that dream just now was too real, as if there was really someone who wanted to kill him.

Daniel looked around, feeling that someone was lurking in the room and would jump out to kill him at any time.

After turning on all the lights, he gradually calmed down. The bright room gave him a sense of security.

He pondered, what the hell was going on?

A hint of doubt rose in his heart.

Manuel sat in his office. There were a lot of documents piled up on the desk in front of him. Most of them were

about the latest transactions of the Wade family.

Roman leisurely walked to him. "Mr. Gage, when do I have my holiday? Lainey and I argued about it a couple of

times. She said that she wants to go on a vacation. If you keep turning me down, I will ask her to seek Ms. Easton's

help."

Manuel's lips twitched with amusement. Thinking that Roman had indeed worked hard these days, he nodded.

"Send this anonymously to Brady, and you can have your holiday."

"Really?" Roman widened his eyes, not daring to believe that Manuel would really agree.

"If you keep talking nonsense, then you will lose the chance."

"Hey, hey. I will disappear from your eyes immediately!" Roman immediately took over Manuel's tablet.

But after scanning what was on the screen, he felt confused. "Mr. Gage, why would you tell him about it so fast?"

"Fast? Irene has stirred up so many troubles. It's just an appetizer," Manuel answered coldly.

"Okay, got it."