Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 552

However, no matter how much I hoped and wished or how hard I stared unblinkingly, Irvin's expression never changed. His hand didn't even twitch either.

After all, reality is nothing like a TV show.

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In order to fulfill his desire to take over the Hardwell family sooner, Timothy needed Agatha's support. On top of that, someone as proud as him couldn't bear to be mocked for having a "crazy" mother. So, he brought in the top psychiatrist to treat her.

Agatha had never truly been mentally ill. She had only lost her grip on reality due to a moment of excitement that was too overwhelming for her brain to process. Hence, she recovered quickly.

But even once she had recovered, she couldn't control her emotions at all when she laid eyes on Timothy.

Agatha truly loved her son Timothy too much. She loved him so much that she couldn't handle losing him. And even though he was alive and well now, she also couldn't accept it.

This was because she was terrified.

She was afraid this was all just a dream. She was scared that everything before her right now wasn't reality and that she was just trapped in a dream within a dream.

She was also fearful that once she eventually woke up, there would be nothing left. The son she deeply loved was still forever lost at sea.

In the period following Timothy's "death", Agatha had dreams every night where he was still alive. Each time, the pain and madness she had felt upon waking would match the joy and ecstasy she had felt in her dream.

The agony and insanity had torn her apart until Agatha could barely distinguish between dream and reality. It had left her with a constant, terrible feeling that maybe she had never woken up at all, that she was still trapped in a dream.

Agatha just didn't know. Was the nightmare of Timothy's death a real-life nightmare? Or was the joyous and beautiful dream where he was still alive exactly that, a dream?

She had had dreams like these so often before. That was why she was now so terrified that everything in front of her was just another beautiful illusion. And when she woke up, she would once again be crushed by that same soul-crushing pain.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, Mom," he said.

Given that Timothy had been able to make Agatha love him so dearly, he naturally knew exactly how to manipulate her heart and guide her emotions.

It didn't take long before he made her completely come back to reality and fully realize that this wasn't a dream.

Timothy, her beloved son, truly hadn't died. He was really alive.

After regaining complete lucidity, Agatha hugged Timothy and broke down crying. She cried even harder than she had the day she learned about his death.

Just as Timothy's patience was wearing dangerously thin, Agatha finally ceased her hysterical sobbing. A very long moment passed before she truly returned to being a dignified socialite.

Only then did she come back to her senses and question Timothy. Agatha asked him why he hadn't come home despite being alive, and what he had been doing all these years.