In that dream, many people appeared again, many things.
Every time he fell asleep, it suffocated him.
This torture he wasn't afraid of; what he feared was, this memory would affect Bella Green...
"Do you have any other way to stop me from dreaming?" he asked.
Mark Manning's eyes widened, his tongue almost tied.
"Are you saying the hypnosis didn't work?"
Mason Bennett looked at him, remained silent for a while, then described his symptoms.
After listening, Mark Manning became even more alarmed.
His heart nearly jumped out, feeling a wave of fear over his approach.
"Mr. Bennett, why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Mark Manning slapped his thigh, looking extremely annoyed.
Mason Bennett's gaze deepened: "Is it serious?"
"Serious, of course it's serious, you... Ah!"
Mark Manning wore a look of helplessness and gloom.
Never seen a patient so willful.
"Tell me if there's a way." Mason Bennett's voice grew colder.
Mark Manning looked at him, looking troubled.
