Goodbye My Beloved, Leaving Me in Desolation

I asked directly.

A look of panic flashed across Queenie's face. She grabbed my hand, but asked where I heard the news from, telling me not to believe other people's instigation.

I sneered in a low voice, raised my phone and showed her the balance, asking her what the number on it was.

After Queenie looked at the balance on my phone, her face immediately turned pale. She shed a tear and cried out the number in my balance.

"Maria, are you deliberately humiliating me? You know I don't have much money at all!"

I smiled and put my phone back into my bag, showing unprecedented indifference.

"Aren't you asking me why I treat you like this? This is the reason."

After saying that, I broke free from Queenie's hand and left.

The balance Queenie saw on my phone was the same as what I saw, which meant that the mechanical voice in my head was not an illusion.

I didn't know why Queenie hated me, and now I didn't want to know.

Full of anger, I rushed straight to my boyfriend's apartment.

My boyfriend Lay Yeoman opened the door for me with a confused look on his face.

"Maria, why are you here? Isn't it your birthday today and you are supposed to go out and play with Queenie?"

I threw the bag into his hands, entered the door angrily, and then sat on the sofa, and tears instantly burst out of my eyes.

"Queenie doesn't consider me a friend at all!"

Lay hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and comforted me, asking me what had happened.

I told him about the mechanical voice in my head, but he laughed in disbelief, suspecting that I might have eaten poisonous mushrooms and had hallucinations.

Especially after knowing that I fell down the stairs, he thought that I had a brain injury and pulled me to the hospital for a check-up.

No matter how I explained, he didn't believe me, so I had to show the balance on my phone, telling him the changes in the balance.

"You must have remembered it wrong!"

Lay flipped my phone over and covered it, and said to me very confidently.

I gritted my teeth and argued with him, even taking out the new phone from my bag and handing it into Lay.

"This is for you. Hold it and let's take a look. The balance on my phone will definitely change later!"

Lay flipped through the new phone in his hand, indicating that he didn't like it and didn't want these things.

But after I glared at him, he had no choice but to hold the phone in his hand.

Then we started waiting together.

After waiting for a while, the mechanical voice did not appear, and the balance on my phone did not change at all.

"See, there is no such thing."

Lay returned the phone to me, rubbed my head helplessly, and asked me to obediently go to the hospital with him.

I slapped his hand away, unwilling to give up, and took out the earphones and handed them to him.

"It will work this time for sure!"

But to my disappointment, those voices still did not appear and the balance did not change at all.

Lay held me in his arms, comforting me softly.

"You must have had hallucinations after falling down the stairs and also misunderstood Queenie."

I rested my head on his shoulder, not knowing how to refute.

It had clearly happened to my parents.

But when it came to Lay, there was no change at all.

"Do you love me?" I asked.

"Of course I love you." Lay replied.

Listening to his answer and his heartbeat, I surprisingly didn't feel at ease at all.

"Then use the phone I gave you."

I didn't give up and wanted to test it out again. I even thought that the reason why the mechanical voice didn't appear and the balance didn't change was because Lay didn't like the things I gave him and didn't really accept them.

Lay couldn't persuade me, so he had to let go of me to take the phone, placing his own phone together with the new phone.

"You see, there's actually not much difference, and there are still a lot of photos in my original phone."

He still didn't want to use the phone I gave him.

I reached out and grabbed the two phones, putting them together for a careful comparison.

This was different, and that was also different!

They were obviously entirely different, but he just didn't want to accept what I give him.

When I was about to cry in grievance, a message suddenly popped up on Lay's phone.

"I'm really fed up with her!"

But the owner of that message turned out to be Queenie!

At the same time, there were 19 unread messages from Queenie.

I felt like my heart sank.