Chapter 905

Alice’s terror had reached its peak, her fingers curling in on themselves as if by instinct. The young man’s dark, brooding eyes flicked to her trembling hands, instantly recognizing the depth of her fear. In a detached voice, he murmured, “You’re afraid of me? Think back to the dream you had while you lay unconscious in the sanatorium…” When Alice had first woken from her vegetative state, she’d genuinely believed she’d been reborn. But as time passed, those vivid, surreal memories faded—like fragments of a dream slipping through her grasp no matter how hard she tried to hold on. In the end, only the most significant events remained; all the smaller details had vanished completely. And wasn’t rebirth supposed to offer a chance to rewrite fate? Yet she’d found no such chance. She was still imprisoned in that wretched sanatorium, still helpless. Gradually, she convinced herself it had all been a dream until despair nearly swallowed her whole. Then Darren had reached out to her. Now, at