Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Isolde Garrison’s Nightmare Chapter 39 -39 Isolde Garrison’s Nightmare The Garrison Family.

Since that night when Timothy Garrison frantically smashed nearly a million dollars’ worth of his family’s antiques, he hadn’t been well.

Plus, at the party, Luca Jennings publicly declared that he had nothing more to do with the Garrison Family, and in the past couple of days, several companies that had partnerships with the Garrison Clan also terminated their collaborations.

Timothy Garrison directly fell ill.

Emma White fell ill even earlier that night when she returned home.

With two people down in the Garrison Family at once, Josiah Garrison could only temporarily take over the company’s affairs, busy to the point where his feet barely touched the ground. As a result, he had just left the company yesterday when he unexpectedly got in a car accident with a fractured arm.

Compared to the three of them, Isolde Garrison was in a worse situation.

She had been having the same nightmare for two consecutive days.

A pitch-black sky, an abandoned school building’s rooftop, a young girl’s lower body almost soaked in blood, her eyes looking at her desperately and pleadingly.

Finally, there was that rooftop door that she hurriedly shut.

It was as if she could still hear the girl’s mournful cries, “Save me... please, save me...”

That voice seemed to be right next to her ear.

Isolde Garrison suddenly opened her eyes, only to find the blood-soaked young girl sitting by her bed, her eyes filled with bloody tears, staring at her intently...

“Ahhhhh!!”

Isolde Garrison’s screams nearly echoed throughout the Garrison family’s villa in the dead of night.

Not long after, the door was opened, and Emma White, dragging her sickly body, hurriedly walked in.

“Isolde... Isolde, what happened to you? Did you have a nightmare?”

Isolde Garrison flung herself into Emma White’s arms, sobbing.

Emma White comforted her, her voice full of heartache, “Isolde, don’t be afraid. Tell Mommy, was it a nightmare?”

Isolde Garrison continued clinging to Emma White, only able to nod while sobbing.

Emma White slightly drew her away from her embrace, her voice still gentle, “Did you dream about me?”

The moment Isolde Garrison looked up, Emma White’s face suddenly transformed into the pale visage of a girl with bloody tears.

“Ahhhhh!”

Her screams echoed once again throughout the entire villa.

Next, Timothy Garrison came in, and Isolde Garrison cried again, then he too turned into the appearance of the young girl.

Isolde Garrison nearly went mad.

Having such recurring dreams for two days, she collapsed mentally, unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

To the point that seeing Emma White when awake, she instinctively picked up something to throw at her.

Afraid to stay at home any longer, Isolde Garrison changed her clothes and quickly went out the door.

Yet unnoticed, the villa behind her seemed shrouded in a dark cloud, the bright summer sun failing to cast even a single beam into the Garrison Family.

And as Isolde Garrison left, the shadow lingering behind her released strands of black mist, tainting the places she passed.

...

On the other side, Lydia Patterson had just returned from being cold-shouldered by Scarlett Jennings, her face dark as she got home.

Just as she got out of the car, a figure suddenly lunged towards her.

Red-eyed, dark circles, sallow complexion, appearing like an Evil Ghost.

In that moment, Lydia Patterson truly thought she had seen a ghost in daylight, instinctively pushing the person away.

Until she heard a familiar yet aggrieved voice call out, “Patterson!”

Lydia Patterson realized that the person was actually Isolde Garrison!

Looking at the girl before her, appearing as if she hadn’t slept for two days and nights, in a state so poor that she couldn’t be recognized as the former little Princess of the Garrison Family, her mouth twitched, “Why do you look like this?”

Isolde Garrison, having endured great mental distress in these two days, began to cry again upon hearing these words.

Crying as she flung herself into Lydia Patterson’s arms, “Patterson, I’ve been having nightmares for the past two days, I can’t take it anymore, sobbing...”

Lydia Patterson, somewhat impatient, looked at Isolde Garrison in her arms.

Before reuniting with Scarlett Jennings, she had thought she made the most correct choice.

But seeing Scarlett Jennings again, she realized Isolde Garrison couldn’t match her at all.

Not as beautiful, not as temperamental, now not even with a comparable family background.

Lydia Patterson pondered if she should completely give up on Isolde Garrison and burn her bridges.

Originally, she thought given her position in Scarlett Jennings’ heart, as long as she gave her a chance, she would happily become her girlfriend.

But today’s attitude from Scarlett Jennings made her understand she was overthinking things.

Just talking might not make Scarlett believe her.

She needed to take concrete action.

The first thing was to draw the line with Isolde...

Isolde Garrison, unaware of Lydia Patterson’s thoughts, started to complain about her nightmares over the last two days as soon as she clung to her.

Mumbling about her fears, speaking incoherently, Lydia Patterson couldn’t understand a single word.

Only feeling that Isolde Garrison was indeed overly pampered.

Just a nightmare, and she expected her to coax.

Thinking of this, Lydia Patterson was even more convinced that a delicate and frail little Princess like Isolde was not suitable for her.

With a plan in mind, she straightforwardly pulled the girl away.

“Isolde, stop crying. Get in the car first, let’s go talk elsewhere.”

The front of the villa wasn’t a private place, and since deciding to break up, Lydia Patterson certainly wouldn’t bring her into her own home, nor was she willing to let any gossip about them entangle any longer.

Isolde Garrison, filled with thoughts of her nightmares, didn’t notice Patterson’s efforts to distance them, obediently got into the car with her.

Still clinging tightly to her arm after getting in, with a dependent expression.

Lydia Patterson felt a bit helpless, with a hint of guilt in her heart.

Such a girl, full of herself, if she were to break up with her, how sad would she be?

However, there was nothing to be done.

With this in mind, Lydia Patterson instantly stifled any impatience, determined to handle the breakup gracefully.

“Isolde, actually, if you didn’t come to me, I was going to find you.”

Isolde Garrison, with dark circles under her eyes, looked up, “Patterson, I knew you cared about me.”

Lydia Patterson, seeing the gloom in her eyes, felt that Isolde Garrison was truly unbearable to look at now, let out a dry cough, still trying to withdraw her arm from her grasp.

“I have something to say to you.”

Neither of them noticed that as Isolde clung to Lydia Patterson’s arm, strands of black mist entwined from Isolde’s body onto Lydia Patterson’s arm, and even if pulled away now, it still tangled like threads.

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Finally realizing the oddity in Lydia Patterson’s attitude, Isolde Garrison cautiously asked her, “Patterson, what do you want to tell me?”

Lydia Patterson sighed, “Isolde, I think we are not suitable.”

With those words, before Isolde could react, the driver in front suddenly let out an exclamation.

They turned their heads instinctively, only to see a car from the opposite side crashing straight towards them...

“Bang!”

The two vehicles collided violently.

The gigantic noise instantly echoed throughout the entire street.