Chapter 1292


    Maja, cradled by Ian, was already lying on the bed. However, she was far from sleepy. All she could


    feel was a throbbing pain in her head.


    "Did Phelps ever tell you why my head hurts so much?"


    "You suffered a head injury. There''s still some internal bleeding, which causes dizziness from time to


    time. You need to rest."


    Maja finally rxed in his arms, but within these short moments, her forehead was already covered in


    sweat.


    Ian''s hand was gently patting her back, reaching for a poetry book nearby.


    "I''ll read to you."


    His voice was soothing, especially when he was reading poetry.


    Maja initially felt wide awake, but his voice lured her into drowsiness.


    She felt both sleepy and blissful.


    In her hazy state, she heard Mr. K''s voice again, just like the conversation she had overheard outside


    the study that day.


    The voice was too close, as if whispering right into her ear.


    Maja was instantly filled with fear. When she first woke up, she was told she had been in aa for a


    few days and could now speak.


    Now, after another nap, how long had she been out this time?


    Her body stiffened as she listened to the voice talking beside her, which was discussing how to make


    her obey.


    She felt as if she had been paralyzed, until a hand started to roam her body.


    Frightened, her breath became ragged as she desperately tried to avoid the intrusion, but her body felt


    heavy, too heavy to even lift a finger.


    "Let go of me! Let go of me!"


    She forcefully knocked away the hand on her, her face pale as she attempted to roll off the bed, but Mr.


    K''s voice came over again.


    "Maja, this is the price you pay for disobedience. Who told you to remove that earring? I am very angry


    now."


    "I said before, whether we can cooperate depends on you, but you''ve disappointed me."


    K''s tone was as gentle as ever, but he was a master of disguising his true intentions.


    Maja felt her body stiffen. She couldn''t hear anything clearly anymore, only Mr. K''s instructions on how


    to torment her.


    "Get away, get away!"


    Sweat was streaming down Maja''s forehead,pletely oblivious to the fact that she was tightly


    gripping Ian''s wrist.


    Her fingernails even dug into his skin, staining it with blood.


    Ian seemed oblivious to the pain as he pulled her into his arms.


    "Maja, what''s wrong? Don''t scare me like this, okay?"


    His tone was pleading, especially when he saw her staring nkly at the ceiling, which made his heart


    ache.


    Maja opened her mouth slightly, feeling as if countless voices were swirling in her mind.


    Roaring, pleading, she felt nauseous.


    The voices were too chaotic, making her want to vomit.


    She pushed Ian away abruptly, attempting to get off the bed, but she forgot that she was still blind, and


    ended up falling off the bed. Luckily, Ian caught her in time.


    He held her tightly, his heart pounding with fear.


    "What do you need? I''ll carry you there."


    Maja nodded, her facepletely drained of color.


    He carried her to the bathroom, where she began to vomit after finding the sink.


    Ian gently wiped the sweat off her forehead, "Did you have another nightmare?"


    "Ian, my head hurts so much. There are so many people talking in my head, saying all sorts of things. I


    can''t hear clearly, but it''s so annoying. I just want some peace. I can''t sleep. It hurts."


    After vomiting, she quickly rinsed her mouth.


    Ian held her in his arms.


    "I''ll call Phelps over again."


    Maja leaned weakly against him.


    "Give me some painkillers or sleeping pills. I don''t want to hear those strange voices anymore,


    especially Mr. K''s. He said he would torment me, and you too. He seeded. I feel terrible."


    Seeing her like this, Ian felt his heart breaking.


    He even called Bernard, asking him to send Eric over.


    Eric was a genius doctor who had ess to the research base. He must know what was wrong with


    Maja.


    In the meantime, Ian also asked someone to fetch Phelps.


    Two men who had achieved numerous aplishments in the medical field, surely they could figure


    out the cause of her condition.


    Patric arrived promptly. He had recently revealed to Bernard that he knew about the chip. As a result,


    his superiors were closely monitoring him, forbidding him to interact with anyone unless he was willing


    to hand over the chip.


    However, if he did hand it over, Eric would be disposable to some extent. No one would care


    about his fate, and those in other countries who were still hoping for the chip would ruthlessly target


    him.


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    Such was reality.