Jorge is smarter than I imagined.
The miracle that happened back then started with you and ended with you.
And Monica and Ashtyn jumped into the river on the same day, in the same place, and at the same time.
Monica died, and Ashtyn survived.
It's even more coincidental that Ashtyn's eyes now resemble Monica's."
He studied me, as if searching for something: "You seem to have some kind of mysterious ability."
My heart skipped a beat.
Does he guess that I have a system?
I kept a neutral expression, only looking frightened: "Why are you speaking in riddles, Mr. Compton? Can you let me go? I'll have Romeo pay you."
Jorge chuckled and didn't say anything.
He instructed the driver to start driving, without specifying a destination.
We switched cars several times and then took a private plane for nearly four hours before finally landing on a remote island.
Two men wearing lab coats approached Jorge warmly.
Looking at the secret base that Jorge had built, I finally understood what he wanted to do.
He wants to study me...
I looked at him in shock, noticing two strong researchers had appeared beside me.
They grabbed my arms and led me into the private research facility, which felt like a cage.
I should have known that Jorge had gone mad.
After experiencing a miracle and enjoying the exhilaration of standing at the pinnacle, suddenly falling back down to earth, the contrast tormented him, causing him to become mentally unstable over the years.
He had people study the miracle from years ago and tirelessly search for Monica.
He didn't believe that Monica was dead.
Because during countless checks of the home surveillance footage, he discovered something strange.
He found that Monica would sometimes speak to thin air...
Recalling the disappearance and appearance of the miracle, his heart pounded like a drum.
He thought he would find a way to stand up again.
As long as he found Monica...
As long as he found her!
Jorge had the researchers conduct a comprehensive examination of my body.
It turned out that there was nothing unusual about my body.
Jorge held the test results, said nothing, and finally, he smiled.
The thing that can create miracles, of course, cannot be easily detected. Continue the research. As long as she stays alive, the rest is up to you.
What he cares about, in the end, are his legs.
Through the thick glass, I looked at Jorge.
I thought that giving someone hope and then plunging them into despair is the most torturous thing.
And this torment, he's about to experience it for the second time.
Just now, the system issued a notification in my mind.
[Ding, Host, please note that Romeo's affection level has surpassed eighty-five percent. Congratulations, host. Keep up the good work!]
Even a pet, after being with someone for five years and then suddenly disappearing, would cause withdrawal symptoms.
How much more so for a person, someone who understands him, makes him happy, and whose soul matches his.
After I leave him, this longing will grow in his heart, then spread wildly.
Now, Romeo should have realized what's happening.
He should have already invested a lot of resources to start looking for me.
With his capabilities, finding this place is just a matter of time.
Jorge knows this too.
But he doesn't care.
He's already gone all-in. If it can make him stand up again, he'd be willing to give up everything.
This is his obsession, his fixation.
He must achieve it before he dies!
I was restrained on a cold research table, with tubes of various sizes inserted into my body.
The researchers would take something from me from time to time.
Sometimes it was hair or blood, sometimes skin or flesh.
I don't know how much time has passed.
If I count it, it should have been only four or five days, but it feels like four or five years.
[Ding, Host, please note that Romeo's affection level has surpassed ninety-three percent. Congratulations, host. Keep up the good work!]
That evening, after receiving this notification, Jorge finally couldn't resist coming to see me.
There were dark circles under his eyes; he probably hadn't slept well for several days.
The lack of progress in the research had shaken his previously firm belief.
He was beginning to doubt, wondering if he had really guessed wrong.
Could it be that he really had no chance of standing up again?
No.
He couldn't accept such an outcome.
Looking at him like this, I suddenly laughed. "Jorge." Jorge...
My voice was especially hoarse from not speaking for so long.
"How did you manage to look so wretched without me?"
Jorge raised his head sharply and looked at me. "You finally admit it."
"Yes, I admit it. I am Monica."
"I can also tell you directly that the miracle that allowed you to stand up again was indeed a gift from me."
Because of his intense excitement, his hands were trembling.
"Monica, Monica."
I looked at him expressionlessly. "Let me make a call to Romeo."
Jorge had red eyes, and the muscles in his face twitched unnaturally.
He looked quite neurotic.
"Fine." He gritted his teeth. "I'll let you call him."
He added, "I'll watch you make the call."
