Chapter 146 Watching Me
"I've always felt like someone's watching me."
Elizabeth rubbed her temples wearily. She hadn't slept well for two nights, and her voice was extremely hoarse.
She said helplessly to Saskia.
Saskia was the female doctor who treated Elizabeth during her recent hospital stay.
Hearing this, Saskia frowned.
She examined Elizabeth.
After the examination, Saskia looked at Elizabeth, whose face looked terrible and exhausted.
Last time, that handsome Armando had said the baby's father was in trouble.
Saskia felt sympathy. She sensed that Elizabeth might need to see a psychologist.
Saskia said gently to Elizabeth, "Ms. Penrose, I've made an appointment for you with the psychology department. For your sake and the baby's, I suggest you go. You're pregnant, so I can't prescribe sleeping pills for you."
Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, then gave a helpless smile. "Okay, thank you."
Maybe she really should see a psychologist.
Saskia made the appointment for her, and Elizabeth left the consultation room.
The number for the psychology appointment was seventy.
Seeing she had time, she went to a convenience store and bought a bottle of water.
The weather today wasn't too hot or too cold, but Elizabeth still wore a thin jacket.
She opened the bottled water and had just taken a sip when she received a call from Max.
"Ms. Penrose, the situation in Aquilonia is getting more unstable, and finding people is troublesome. If one day you can't reach me, don't worry. I'll contact you immediately when there's news."
"Stay safe over there. I should be moving in a while, and I might not use this number anymore," Elizabeth said. Seeing someone passing by, she stopped talking. After the person passed, she continued, "I'll send you my email address."
After they hung up, Elizabeth sent Max the email address. She checked the time and went to see the psychologist.
After hearing Elizabeth's description, the psychologist believed she was having hallucinations due to excessive psychological stress.
In other words, Elizabeth had persecution delusion.
"Ms. Penrose, persecution delusion makes you constantly feel like you're being watched, or that someone wants to hurt you or follow you."
Elizabeth's fingers trembled, but she didn't think she had persecution delusion.
The psychologist said that patients always insist on their own opinion, believing they don't have persecution delusion.
When Elizabeth left the hospital, her hands and feet were ice cold.
She returned home, closed the door, and looked around.
She didn't believe her feeling of being watched was an illusion.
Elizabeth began searching her home for surveillance devices.
She searched everywhere but found nothing.
Maybe the psychologist was right.
She was sick.
Elizabeth stopped searching and went to the kitchen to make chicken soup.
No matter what, she needed to get proper nutrition first.
That evening, to help herself sleep better at night, Elizabeth decided to read one of Timothy's medical books.
She couldn't understand it, which would help her fall asleep more easily.
Then she opened two pages and found a photo of a pair of rings tucked inside the book.
Elizabeth picked up the photo in surprise. The rings in the photo had their engraving enlarged.
They were her and Timothy's initials.
Elizabeth remembered what Emma had said to the media half a month ago, showing off the ring on her finger.
The ring on Emma's hand was the same as the one in this photo.
Elizabeth's face looked even worse.
Emma was really disgusting.
Elizabeth put the ring photo back in the book.
After two nights of paranoia without sleep, tonight Elizabeth lay in bed reading the medical book, her eyelids growing heavy.
In the dead of night, she fell asleep.
The medical book lay on her body, clutched in her hand.
Half asleep, Elizabeth kept feeling like someone was watching her.
All her hair stood on end.
Elizabeth woke up in fright.
She looked around. No one.
She rubbed her throbbing head.
When dawn broke, Elizabeth crawled out of bed, nearly at her breaking point.
When she went to brush her teeth, she saw in the mirror someone with an even worse complexion and bloodless lips.
So ugly.
For breakfast she had bread with milk, changed clothes, and went out.
Elizabeth decided to try staying at a hotel for a night.
In her condition, she wasn't fit to drive and could only take a taxi.
Several taxis were parked across the street.
As Elizabeth was about to cross the road, someone suddenly grabbed her arm.
Armando frowned, "Elizabeth, it's a red light."
He looked at Elizabeth in front of him. She was wearing a mask, but her eyes were bloodshot.
Elizabeth slowly looked up, suppressing her discomfort. "Thank you."
She had been a bit out of it just now.
Armando thought Elizabeth looked terrible. He didn't let go of her arm. "Where are you going? I'll take you."
"No need, you can let go of me now." Elizabeth tried to pull her arm away but couldn't, and frowned.
Armando's eyes were intense. "I'll take you. Tom is in the car too."
Elizabeth glanced at him. Lack of rest had made her a bit irritable. "No need, let go. Don't you understand?"
Remembering that he had stopped her at the red light, Elizabeth sighed inwardly. "Sorry."
Armando watched Elizabeth for a while, then let go of her hand.
As soon as the light turned green, Elizabeth crossed the street. She got into a taxi. "Sir, to Carlton Hotel. Wait, to Windward Hotel."
Carlton Hotel was the Robinson family's property. Because of that ring photo last night, Elizabeth had become wary of Emma.
Elizabeth planned to finish celebrating Tom's girlfriend Claire's birthday, then start looking for a new place to live.
Elizabeth arrived at Windward Hotel and got a suite.
For some reason, this time Elizabeth could fall into a deep sleep lying on the hotel bed.
This was the first good sleep she'd had in three nights.
Elizabeth almost cried with joy.
That night, the lights in the European-style villa weren't on because its owner wasn't home.
Armando worked late before returning to the villa from the office. He took a shower and went to his study.
After finishing his work, he went to the balcony to rest his tired eyes.
He habitually looked next door. The European-style villa next door was pitch dark.
Elizabeth wasn't home?
Armando thought of Elizabeth's listless state today.
Somewhat worried, he was about to go back inside to message Elizabeth.
"Matthew, do you have Elizabeth's phone number?"
"I've thought about it for several days, and I still want to talk to Elizabeth on the phone personally."
Emma paused for a moment, then continued, "I want to persuade her to give up having the baby."
Matthew had just finished showering when he received Emma's call.
He was drying his hair when he heard Emma's last sentence and was instantly shocked.
"Emma, what are you saying? Why do you want Elizabeth to give up having the baby?"
Emma's voice sounded a bit dejected. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have such thoughts. Matthew, just pretend I was confused just now. Good night."
Matthew looked at the disconnected call, lost in thought.
On the other end, Emma hung up the phone. She left her bedroom and went downstairs, just in time to see the butler Zander carrying a glass of milk.
"Zander, is Mr. Robinson still awake?"
Zander said respectfully, "Mr. Robinson is in the study."
Emma hesitated, then said, "I'll go to the study with you. I need to see Mr. Robinson about something."
She used to call him Manuel, but now she had changed to calling him Mr. Robinson.
Zander saw that Emma was sensible enough not to overstep by taking the milk up herself. Zander nodded. "Mr. Robinson is available now."
"I didn't realize Mr. Robinson had to work so late. It must be exhausting."
The study was on the sixth floor.
The two entered the elevator and went to the sixth floor.
The Robinson Mansion had an elevator installed because it had eight floors.
At the study door, Emma waited outside while Zander went in.
"Mr. Robinson, Ms. Sutter is looking for you," Zander set down the milk. "She's at the study door now."
"This late? Let her in." Manuel took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.
Zander went out to call Emma in. Emma thanked him.
"Mr. Robinson."
"Have a seat. It's so late—is something wrong?"
After Emma sat down, she pressed her lips together and said, "Mr. Robinson has another woman in Silverlight City. Her name is Elizabeth."
Manuel wasn't surprised. He knew Timothy had a woman named Elizabeth; he just hadn't expected Emma to bring it up on her own.
Emma lowered her eyes. "Elizabeth is pregnant now. It might be Mr. Robinson's child."