"No fooling around," Old Master Seymour warned, tapping his cane against the floor, "Grandpa is doing this for your own good!"

"If you really mean it for my own good, then let me return to the country immediately."

"Melody," Jared Quinn wrapped his large hand around her waist and let her sit down, gently coaxing her, "Let them try it; I also want to see what will happen."

The Quinn Family’s medical history had always been kept secret from outsiders, which he knew, 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

He had never experienced it before, and now he wanted to see what had been tormenting the Quinn Family all this time.

"Young Master Quinn, just lie down, and I’ll hypnotize you; you won’t get hurt," the elder had already lit a particular incense, exchanged a glance with Mr. Quinn, and was about to start.

"Jared Quinn, I don’t want you to be tested," Melody Thorne held onto his big hand, "Can’t we go back? Let’s leave this damned place."

"Don’t worry, nothing will happen. Melody Thorne, you should trust that no matter what happens, I’ll be by your side," Jared Quinn released her hand.

He didn’t believe he would harm Melody Thorne, not even in a dream.

He would protect her, always protect her.

"Watch from here," Old Master Seymour pulled Melody Thorne aside.

The elder began to hypnotize Jared Quinn,

closed his eyes and fell into a slumber, before Jared Quinn was the Quinn Family house. He opened the door and saw Melody Thorne nestled on a large European-style sofa, telling stories to Timmy. Whatever the story was, the two were laughing heartily,

Standing behind them, Jared Quinn was completely unaware he was dreaming. He strode over, bent down, and wrapped his long arms around the two people he cared most about on the sofa.

"Jared Quinn, you’re back? Has the company been particularly busy recently for you to be this busy until now? Are you hungry? I’ll cook," Melody Thorne looked up and smiled softly.

Her smile was so infectious, even the surrounding air began to feel cheerful.

"Alright," Jared Quinn lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"Then I’ll go play with my plane," Timmy jumped off the sofa and ran cheerfully to the other side of the hall to play with his toy plane.

Jared Quinn was content watching all this.

Melody Thorne kept an eye on the so-called hypnotist elder, lest he had any bad intentions towards Jared Quinn.

But what she saw was Jared Quinn enjoying the dream blissfully.

Just when she felt relieved, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw Jared Quinn furrow his handsome brows, the expression on his face continuously changing.

Melody Thorne clenched her hands and stared at him nervously.

The scene before the dreaming Jared Quinn changed, still at the Quinn house, yet his vision grew increasingly blurry as if a thin veil of blood clouded his eyes. He saw the figures of Melody Thorne and Timmy gradually turning grey.

"Save me, save me, Jared Quinn," the kitchen suddenly erupted in flames, and Melody Thorne, covered in fire, ran out, pleading for help.

But Jared Quinn didn’t move; the more he saw Melody Thorne running within the blaze, the more excited he became, his blood boiling. What he saw in his eyes was no longer Melody Thorne but another shadow, a damned shadow.

Jared Quinn found himself unable to control any of his thoughts. He walked over, one hand already clasping Melody Thorne’s neck, and in a devilish voice spoke, "Do you really want to die now? Seeking liberation?"