Chapter 18:

"This is mine; take it." The girl gave Demi Moore an envelope; this is what she deserved.

Demi Moore received the envelope and bowed low to the girl because she couldn't talk and could only thank her in this way. Without this part of the job, I don't know how she died now, let alone now she has to take care of Ace.

So, she needed this job very much needed.

"No need to say thank you." The girl casually waved her hand, clearly understanding this action of Demi Moore.

"Demi."

Suddenly her voice became grave; the intonation seemed to have some serious parts.

"Demi, listen to what I have to say." The girl who called herself "Jinx" patted Demi Moore's body, which was much thinner than before; this girl, until now, still refuses to talk about her story, but she is. It was obvious that something severe had happened to Demi Moore.

She still vividly remembers that day; this girl's godless eyes were gloomy and lightless, as if she had just lost the whole world. Although it's a little better now, the pain hidden in her eyes still exists, as if it were not; every time I look at it, it makes people sad.

She's a resilient girl who can't be left alone.

"Demi, if there's something you absolutely must tell me, I'll try to help you." Ms. Jinx said very sincerely.

Demi Moore nodded once; her eyes seemed covered with fog, occasionally blinking like a fluttering butterfly's wings, a little touch from the bottom of her heart.

"Demi, go to the hospital to check your throat." She said another sentence, suddenly seeing Demi Moore's eyes widen.

"Demi, I don't know what happened to you, but if you can't talk, how will you live in the future?" She finished speaking poignantly.

A single girl, who would later have to care for a family without a voice, would become inconvenient. She was so young that she couldn't talk for the rest of her life; it was too cruel.

Demi Moore slightly bit her lower lip. Can her voice still return?

Gently smiled at Ms. Jinx, in that smile included her thanks. Of course, she desperately wanted the voice back, just that she had tried so many times and still couldn't make a sound.

Is it possible?

She turned to go outside, holding a new document in her hand. Her heart began to feel turmoil, her voice, her voice.

In front of the hospital door, she stood for a long, long time, still unsure if she wanted to go in. She hesitated because she was afraid of the outcome; she didn't want to hear it.

She is not resilient; she endures a little better than others.

Clutching the document in her hand, she took a deep breath, then entered. She still wants to find her voice, even if it's not for herself but also Ace.

She will give Ace a better life without suffering with her like now.

The doctor sat in front of Demi Moore, examining her throat occasionally, and finally just sat quietly, her eyes slightly puzzled.

Demi Moore looked at him with wide eyes.

"Miss Moore." The doctor lowered his voice slightly and continued: "I checked; your vocal cords are fine. Moreover, you are not born mute, so the problem here is not the body maybe, but…." He looked at Demi Moore, squeaking one word at a time: "Do – mind – psychology – of – you."

"Miss Moore, you have suffered a great shock, have you not?" Flipping through the medical record, the doctor asked about her condition. A case like this is not something he has ever seen before; if the cause of the disease is not physical, then it must be a psychological problem.

Demi Moore gently closed her eyes, a little complicated in her heart. If it's psychological, then it must be that event, her nightmare. She didn't want to remember it at all; the body intersected with the body, the man shouted, the girl was lovely, there was also a room she had arranged by herself… every time she remembered it, it was like there were thousands of aggressive needles stabbed in the heart. Again and again, it seems that the pain never ends.

But she was terrified of pain, so she did not dare to think.

"Miss Moore, we need your cooperation in treatment to find out the cause of the disease. Don't you want to talk again?" Seeing her hesitation, he understood that he had guessed correctly.

A shock causes one to lose one's voice, so how painful can it be? For a person, perhaps it is extreme agony; just touching can break bones. But if she can't get over this obsession, she won't be able to find her voice again.

Demi Moore stood up, only smiling apologetically at the doctor. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but it was something like that she really couldn't open her mouth.

The doctor also stood up; the smile on her face was incredibly soft, so she didn't feel pressured. "Miss Moore, I have a psychiatrist friend; here is his business card; you should try and see if you can find your voice again." Although he saw that she meant to refuse, he still hoped he could help. A single girl without a voice, how difficult life will be, what she needs now is not him, but a good psychiatrist.

'Thank you.' Demi Moore bowed deeply to the doctor, silently finishing her gratitude. Turning around, she gently breathed, her face carrying a hint of serious thought. She also desperately wanted to find her voice, but that seemed impossible.

Going out of the hospital, the sun outside was much milder, the gentle breeze blowing through her hair, but still, it couldn't remove the seriousness in her heart. Walking quickly through the packed crowd, she stopped when she saw a luxury clothing store; her eyes were a little lost, then she couldn't leave.

That place is putting a men's suit; the fabric looks perfect, and the dark pattern is embroidered for a natural magical feeling. Every day she passes by, she looks at it once, really likes it, and wants to buy it for Ace; he will wear it.

This outfit is gorgeous, but the price is very high. She checked the amount of money in her wallet and finally decided to go in, just seeing Ace smiling, so it was more important than anything.

Ace is now the center of her life; he makes her happy again. Although honestly, maybe Ace is a burden, bondage, what he brings more is the bright sunlight, making her not feel her heart is as cold as ice.

With him, she felt alive.

No longer a moving body, the intense pain in her heart is gradually closing, healing, and more complete.

Pushing the door open, the people inside saw her, although slightly startled, in the end, still enthusiastically welcomed her. Extremely polite, but the smile is also highly social.

"Welcome." Her slay voice spoke up; Demi Moore turned around and pointed at the clothes hanging there; although she didn't say anything, her movements wanted to explain everything.

"You want to ask about this set?" Although a little surprised, the girl serving was still very polite to ask.

Demi Moore nodded once; on the outside, it looked terrific; from the inside, it felt even more beautiful. Her eyes lit up a little, thinking that Ace would be very handsome when he put it on.

The girl briefly introduced Demi Moore; it was not out of her mind; these clothes are a brand name, and of course, the price is also very high.

She hesitated a bit, bit her lip, and walked closer, reaching out to caress the smooth fabric like silk; she wanted to buy this for Ace. These days, she gets more sleep because of him.

So, compared to her, he was even more complex.

Behind her, another "Welcome guest," she did not turn her head nor know who had just arrived; she could only look at the clothes, her eyes flickering slightly like the stars extremely young.

She let go of her hand, but another person quickly took it off just as she wanted to buy it. She turned around and looked at the clothes already in the other's hands; her gaze followed the direction of those hands, but when she saw who it was, her face quickly turned white, without a trace of blood color.

This world is tiny, so small that people you don't want to see are always especially easy to meet. Tom Hulce, her ex-husband, they met again.

"Tom, this outfit is pretty good too; it suits you very well; let's buy this." Still following him, Mary Wickes applauded and praised; of course, there was a kind of provocation in her voice and a lighthearted joke; of course, Demi Moore also heard it.

She took everything from her; can't even these clothes let go?

Tom Hulce held the clothes in his hand, cold eyes looking at the girl standing before him. He hadn't seen her in a few months, but she had lost a lot of weight, wasn't her life perfect, the road was wide open, there was a man who even bought expensive clothes, he It's true that he was worried about it. No wonder she didn't need his money, so someone cared for her.

He thought he felt a little angry, but his eyes became increasingly cold, constantly feeling that he was being cuckolded.