The Woman Who Came Back After Dying in the Deep Water

Two police officers stepped into the main hall of the Holt Manor.

I immediately handed them the necklace's certificate of authenticity from an international appraisal agency, the insurance policy for it, and videos of my father making the necklace himself while he was still alive, which were all conclusive evidence.

Sharon hid herself behind Nate, her eyes red, clenching his sleeve. "Officer, I did not steal it. Jody gave it to me herself."

She pulled out her phone and opened a video.

In it, I was sitting on the floor of the master bedroom of the manor in my pajamas, smashing the jewelry box to pieces.

My eyes bloodshot, I kept screaming hysterically, "Get them out! I do not want any of it!"

Then came the second clip.

Sharon stood outside the door and asked in a timid voice, "Jody, you do not want this blue diamond necklace either?"

I hurled the necklace at her feet and screamed, "Get out!"

The video ended abruptly.

One of the officers frowned and looked at me. "Mrs. Holt, is that you in the video?"

I stared dully at the video, my mind completely blank.

It was definitely me in the video, but I had no idea when it had happened.

I realized I had no memory of any of it, yet I could not understand why.

I hurriedly said, "No! That is not me. I never..."

"Officer, the video can be examined to verify its authenticity." Sharon interrupted me, looking at the officers and said hesitatingly, "Actually, this is not the first time Jody has acted like this. She does things and then refuses to admit them. I never expected her to involve the police this time. I cannot keep covering for her anymore."

I instinctively protested, "That's a lie..."

But the next second, Nate grabbed me and stopped me from saying anything more.

He raised a hand and beckoned at the lawyer behind him, who handed the officers a sealed envelope with documents in it.

"Officer, my wife's mental state has been extremely unstable for the past six months," Nate said, voice devoid of emotion. "These are her medical records. She has an acute psychiatric disorder with severe delusions and tendencies to assault. She is having another episode now. I will have her admitted for inpatient treatment."

For a moment, I was stunned. I stared at him in disbelief.

I had no idea what he was talking about.

I did not remember I had ever been diagnosed with any psychiatric disorder.

I struggled to break free from Nate's grip, but it was useless.

"Nate, have you lost your mind?! You actually forged my psychiatric records just to protect her?" I let out a derisive snort and said furiously, "I want a blood test at the hospital!"

"You will have one." Nate stepped forward and looked at me with a cold look. "Once you get to the treatment center in Vessia, the best medical team there will give you a full examination."

The moment he finished speaking, two unmarked black medical vans pulled up outside.

The lawyer stepped in at that moment, claiming that this was a family dispute and that my family had already arranged medical intervention for me to forcibly stop the police from their investigation.

Under pressure from Holt Group's influence, the officers could only advise me to seek proper medical treatment and then left.

As soon as the police cars drove away, several foreign caretakers entered the main hall carrying medical kits. They immediately took out a sedative.

"Nate, get them out of here!" I shrieked, grabbed a vase from the table, and smashed it against the floor. Then I pressed a sharp shard of glass against my neck and backed away step by step.

Nate's expression darkened. He raised a hand, signaling the caretakers to stop approaching me.

He walked up to me, ignoring the broken glass scattered across the floor. "Jody, stop this. You will be there just for a month. Once you are better, I will personally bring you home."

I said, "For what? To attend your wedding with her?"

Nate clenched his jaw, but he did not refute.

Sharon stepped forward at the moment and picked up the torn pieces of the report from the floor. "Jody, Nate stayed up all night contacting specialists in Vessia for you. Stop being so ungrateful."

For the past eight years, every time she overstepped and I confronted her for that, she always acted like this.

And every time, Nate would tell me, "You are the honorable mistress of the Holt family. Do not stoop to her level."

But then, she walked into my house, took everything from me, and drove me mad, making me "a crazy woman."

"I am never going to Vessia." I hissed through my gritted teeth, pressing the shard against my neck until it drew blood.

"You don't have a choice." Nate pulled out his phone. "One call from me, and they will shut off your mother's ventilator."

I instantly felt my blood run cold.

The shard slipped from my hand and clattered to the floor.

He knew exactly how to control me.

I closed my eyes and stopped resisting completely.

I let the cold needle pierce into my vein.

The drug took effect almost instantly. My vision began to blur, and I felt myself falling into darkness uncontrollably.