Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 367 Why Haven’t You Died Yet

Feeling his professional skills challenged once again, Professor Harvey took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"Mr. Holt, how about we change the location? The treatment requires an environment that is absolutely familiar to you."

Adrian Holt thought for a moment, then got up from the sofa, "Let’s go, to the bedroom."

Master Shaw and Serena Summers were waiting outside the door and perked up when they heard the door open.

"How is it?"

Seeing Adrian Holt and Professor Harvey walk out, the two hurriedly asked.

Professor Harvey shook his head in defeat, "There has been no progress yet, so I plan to switch to a location that Mr. Holt is familiar with."

"Don’t worry, it’s okay."

Adrian Holt walked up to Serena Summers, reached out to ruffle her hair, and gently soothed her.

Once they entered the bedroom, Adrian Holt laid down on the bed, and Professor Harvey resumed the hypnosis treatment.

Before closing his eyes, he specifically took the pillow Serena usually used.

Her pillow had a faint scent of freshness, a very familiar and comforting fragrance mixed with a fruity woody aroma.

The scent was very pleasant.

It quickly made Adrian Holt let down his guard.

Professor Harvey was surprised to find that this time Adrian Holt did not suddenly open his eyes; the entire process went smoothly.

However, in the middle of the hypnosis treatment, Adrian Holt’s brows suddenly furrowed, and his thin lips tightly pressed into a straight line.

It was as if he remembered some unpleasant things.

Professor Harvey leaned forward slowly, closely observing his reaction.

"What do you see? Can you tell me?"

Adrian Holt seemed to hear his words, his brow moved slightly, but he did not speak.

Professor Harvey noticed his resistance and continued to coax, "Don’t be nervous, I’m here to help you. Tell me, what do you see?"

"Abyss, an endless abyss..."

At this moment, Adrian Holt was plunged into darkness.

He stood in an extremely open place, where the entire sky was gloomy, not showing a trace of light.

He stood still, cautiously scanning his surroundings.

Suddenly, he heard a faint crying of a child, the crying was weak but made his heart skip a beat.

He walked towards the source of the sound, the closer he got, the clearer the crying became.

Finally, he saw a child about two or three years old at the edge of a cliff.

The child curled up into a ball, squatting at the edge where a slight movement could cause a slide down.

Adrian Holt walked over, crouched in front of him and curiously asked, "Why are you crying?"

The little boy suddenly looked up, his dark bright eyes brimming with tears, "Mom... if you don’t love me, why did you give birth to me?"

Adrian Holt felt a sudden sink in his heart, following the boy’s gaze behind him.

He saw a familiar figure, wearing an elegant dark green cheongsam, with an elegant demeanor and graceful posture.

Elena Ryan?

The name abruptly sprang to mind, and in the next second, Elena Ryan’s previously calm face suddenly changed, fiercely pouncing towards him.

"Why don’t you just die? I’d rather not have a son like you!"

"Why aren’t you dead yet?"

Adrian Holt instinctively reached out to block Elena Ryan’s attack but found his hand grasping at emptiness.

Turning back, he saw the little boy’s body arching backward, jumping off the cliff.

He was shocked, tried to reach out to pull him back, but still grabbed only air.

He could only watch helplessly as the little boy fell, getting farther and farther away from him.

Beneath the cliff was a bottomless abyss, the boundless darkness seemed to swallow him up.

Before he could react, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, turning into an orphanage.

Adrian Holt looked at his surroundings, feeling a heavy heart as he quickened his pace and ran inside.

Sure enough, he saw a group of boys under the basketball hoop in the small square.

At this moment, they were surrounding a small boy about two or three years old, punching and kicking him.

The words that should have been the most innocent and joyful sounded like they came straight from hell.

"Beat him up, his dad is a murderer with mental illness, and his mom is a home-wrecker vixen!"

"My mom said some things are hereditary, he will definitely become a murderer when he grows up!"

"Murderer, beat the murderer to death!"

The small boy at the center curled up on the ground, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

Wave after wave of severe pain surged through his body, but he bit down on his teeth, refusing to cry out in pain.

He thought to himself, once they are tired of hitting, it will be over...

Just endure a little more.

Just a little more and it will be okay.

After what felt like an eternity, the group of kids finally grew tired and left one by one.

The small boy lay weakly on the ground, his exposed skin covered in wounds, hardly a spot was left untouched.

Adrian Holt watched the scene, clenching his fists tightly.

The small boy seemed to sense something, slowly opening his eyes, showing Adrian a weak smile.

"Does it hurt?"

He knew he might not be heard, but he still asked.

The small boy struggled to get up, falling back each time he tried.

Clenching his teeth, he struggled fiercely, "Can’t cry, can’t give up..."

Can’t cry, can’t give up...

Adrian Holt’s heart clenched painfully as he followed closely.

These memories belonged to him, so he knew clearly what was about to happen.

Today, a dignitary from the orphanage would come to pick one of the children to take back with them.

The director said that this dignitary was very wealthy, and being taken by him would ensure a good life.

Therefore, many kids were filled with anticipation, waiting to perform well when he arrived.

Only Adrian Holt hid in a corner alone, unlike the others who wore clean clothes, he was the only one dirty, with wounds all over his face.

The teacher looked at him disdainfully and spat, "Disaster star! With you looking like this, people will think we’ve been abusing you, hurry back."

Adrian Holt met the teacher’s sinister gaze, shrinking his neck in fright, and left in disappointment.

He went back to the small square alone, looking up at the sky, his eyes brimming with confusion.

The television said the world was a big place, but why was there not a single place that welcomed him, accepted him?

Was he really like what those people said, better off dead?

While he was lost in thought, a group of people suddenly came marching over.

The usually harsh teacher now had a gentle, pleasing smile, "Mr. Holt, right this way, this is our orphanage’s square."

"If you see a child you like, just tell me."

The man called Mr. Holt was tall and slender, his face hidden behind a white mask, obscuring his real features.

Mr. Holt paused in his steps, pointing in the direction where Adrian Holt was, "Who is this?"

The teacher glanced at Adrian Holt, his face immediately darkening, "Mr. Holt, this is also our child from the orphanage, but he’s quite mischievous and always likes to fight."

Mr. Holt walked up to Adrian Holt, looking down at him, "Are you good at fighting?"

Looking up, Adrian Holt suddenly remembered what the teacher had said.

This Mr. Holt was wealthy, and being taken by him would guarantee a good life.

Thus, he nodded reluctantly and was successfully adopted.

But at that moment, he didn’t know that the tragedy of his life was not only far from over, in fact, it was just beginning...