Chapter 2273: Late Autumn in the Golden City (26)_1

"Your biological parents have had dealings with the god you are now connected with." Shiller looked at Pamela and said, "I guess you were chosen before you were born."

"Your parents did offend someone. Their enemy came to your house and the first person they saw was you when the door was opened."

"There are not many romantic assassins in this world. The best way to silence everyone is to kill all living things when the door is opened. It can be assumed that they fired, but you didn't die, they did."

"The moment they saw how they died, your parents realized something. It could be a revenge that they had not yet received, or an unknown god they had tried to contact. In any case, they understood that retribution had come for them."

"As ordinary people, all they could do was move you to a new place, hoping in a new environment they could get rid of these troubles. Of course, they were not so naive, this was just a preparation for what they are about to do next."

"They may have had some contact with the mystic world. They thought someone could solve the mystery behind you. They probably tried to contact them. The results are certainly that the god who chose you would not let anyone spoil his plans."

Pamela is stunned.

"The idea of cross-city revenge does not stand up. If the Ashley family had reached that level of elevation, they should have had a place in front of the Godfather. If they didn't, how could the Mob go to Chicago just to kill two ordinary people."

"Of course, your adoption was also arranged by him. The most suspicious part is that you once mentioned that your adoptive mother succeeded in getting pregnant at the age of 42."

"I boldly guess that this was a turning point in your life. Your adoptive mother had put all her hopes on you and had long since given up on herself."

"But all of sudden, she met her true love and even had a child with him. A happy life was right before her eyes, but there was an extra person in it."

Pamela looks strange, but still averts her eyes, frowning with some disgust, "Whether it's mind reading or not, don't read my mind. It makes me feel exposed, so vulnerable that I want to throw up."

"If you don't change your infatuation with maniacs, I'm afraid someday you'll really be exposed," Shiller said.

Then he continued his analysis.

"The child that came out of nowhere gave her a glimmer of hope. You became the person hated by all. She used to put her hopes on you anyway. Even if you didn't do well, she could only be angry in secret. Because she still had to rely on you."

"But now she has a new hope and can vent all her resentment towards you from the past, she started to abuse and beat you incessantly, leaving many scars on your body."

Pamela sighed softly, "That mad woman."

"Then, as expected, the father of the child in her stomach disappeared, and the child couldn't be saved either. So you became her only hope again, but you still performed poorly."

"So she went crazy and wanted to exchange you for what she wanted at all costs. She gave you to a man, a married man."

"Then the man's lawful wife burst in. A man who could contact your adoptive mother must be a habitual offender. His lawful wife couldn't bear it anymore, so naturally she couldn't be unarmed."

"She lunged at you with a weapon and you were unprepared. The scene from your childhood played out again. She attacked you, she fell, and you don't remember anything, always thinking you killed someone."

Pamela's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if she thought Shiller's words were nonsense, and indeed she had no evidence.

Pamela wanted to concentrate on finding the clues in her life, but her high fever made her dizzy and couldn't put the broken pieces together. The more she focused, the more her head hurt.

In a haze, she heard a voice.

"...I am trying to protect you."

Very well, now the evidence is conclusive.

Pamela jumped up from the bed almost immediately, threw the blanket back to its original place, and yelled at the air, "Protect me?! The daughter of that damn mad woman found me, and wrote me in the media as a bitch who seduced her stepfather and framed her adoptive mother! All this shit is because of you!"

"I'm afraid Mr. All Things Green would say you are too impulsive," Shiller smiled leisurely, "Shouldn't you attribute this to the ugliness of human nature?"

"Fuck human nature! He can control me to kill so many people, who knows if he initiated the conflict between my parents and the killer?! Who knows if that mad woman choosing me was also his arrangement?! And that weird stepfather and child, all his fucking doing! What does it have to do with human nature?!"

Shiller clapped his hands.

"This is absolutely delightful, my lady. I was nearly about to remove you from the main-course position."

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on Pamela's head. Her anger was instantly extinguished. She felt a chill all over in the warm bedroom.

She actually cursed at Shiller! And right after she had offended him once with her inappropriate curiosity!

Pamela instantly took two steps back, her whole back against the wall and said, "I'm sorry, professor. I mean...sir, I think our dispute is unnecessary to be resolved here. Maybe we can..."

Shiller lightly points at the bed with his finger, "Rest, your psychology professor doesn't want you to convulse after a high fever."

Only then did Pamela feel her whole body weak. She had been supporting herself with a breath. Once this breath was gone, nausea, dizziness, weakness, and cold sweat attacked.

But the flames of anger were not completely extinguished, supporting her so she couldn't fall. So, she leaned on the edge of the bed to slowly kneel down, half her chest on the corner of the bed, her neck drooping and retching.

She felt a pair of hands holding her up, turning her over and pushing her onto the bed, putting a towel on her head, and feeding her some warm water that was salty and sweet.

"I concede, this is a grudge between the two of you." Shiller's voice echoed hazily in Pamela's ear. It gradually lowered, becoming weaker and weaker. She could sense Shiller leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"But according to my judgment and that of your psychology professor, your understanding of psychology is insufficient to fully comprehend the truth. Perhaps, with my explanation, both of you will have a fair understanding of the matter."

"You must wonder, why would he do this to you even after choosing you? You're a smart girl, Pamela. Think about what he has been leading you towards, consider how he has manipulated you."

The voice became murkier, creating a whirlpool before Pamela's eyes. She saw fragments of too many memories, her body discomfort made her thoughts chaotic, almost beyond sorting.

"What did you see?"

"Plants, many plants."

"What else?"

"People."

"How was their relationship?"

"Absolutely terrible, humans are always destroying plants." Pamela's chest heaved, her eyes struggled to stay open, she said: "They have no need, yet they destroy and obliterate recklessly."

"So, how about the plants?"

"All ruined, completely, utterly. They were screaming, I heard it, I heard it, he threw that flowerpot into the ditch, but it was his greed, entirely his greed..."

Pamela murmured, her body starting to heat up again. It was clear she was burning with fever.

Shiller pushed aside the vine creeping from under the bed, wiped the sweat off Pamela's forehead with a towel and bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Your parents' naivety and impulsiveness, your step-mother's abuse and madness, are all to make you see the ugliness of human nature, to completely lose faith in your own kind."

"Your indifference is not inherent, but imposed by him. So that you would not connect with others, experience emotions and love, and would never stand on the side of humans."

"He wants to alienate you from the human group, make you desolate, and thus, become a devotee to plants…"

"Shiller, what are you doing?!!!"

A roar echoed through the garden, numerous vines twisted into a green phantom, Mr. All Things Green has arrived.

Nevertheless, Shiller, gazing at Pamela who was slowly straightening her body, grabbed another towel from the side to wipe her hands while calmly stating without looking back, "What am I doing? I am obviously recounting your plot."

"What plot of mine?!!" Mr. All Things Green roared, "I didn't even know her until she went to college! Didn't you negotiate with me to make her a spokesperson for plants?!!!"

Shiller lightly nodded, "Yes, that's exactly what I made up, or in a more professional perspective - it's 'hypnosis'."

Mr. All Things Green was utterly astounded by his blatant audacity.

About half an hour ago, Mr. All Things Green wanted his proxy to do something. When he tried to contact Pamela, he couldn't reach her.

This was not the first time, but Mr. All Things Green was usually not anxious about this as she was probably busy and he had some other work.

However, when he still could not make contact, he tried to observe Pamela. Yet, all he could see was an enigmatic mist.

Mr. All Things Green was taken aback.

Rushing over, he saw Shiller spewing venom, all of which was laid at his door.

Mr. All Things Green was not lying. Although Poison Ivy had its peculiarities and he did favor her, there's one thing clear - Poison Ivy was a plant conservationist before he chose her.

Mr. All Things Green hadn't been desperate enough to summon Pamela in this universe who hadn't even been exposed to plant toxin, hadn't even finished her education to become his proxy, while the Swamp Creature was still alive.

However, the story has been twisted by Shiller into Mr. All Things Green causing Pamela's family to perish in order to cultivate a radical plant conservationist. This was an accusation that Mr. All Things Green could not accept.

The most infuriating fact for Mr. All Things Green was, it was originally Shiller's negotiation that led Pamela, who hadn't yet been exposed to plant toxin, to become the proxy for Mr. All Things Green.

Among all universes, it was Pamela in this one who started working the earliest. Mr. All Things Green did not require her to work full time, offered her a life-time contract for part-time work and even prepaid her salary. Could there be a better boss?

And now, am I the puppet master? Has there been no justice? No reason at all?

Wait, Mr. All Things Green suddenly remembered, didn't he see a mist when he looked at Pamela just now?

Wasn't it someone who mentioned that the Dragon of Dark Source formed something called the Dark Council, where besides a bubble and a shadow, there was also a mist?

Mr. All Things Green suddenly realized, Barbados, it's you again!