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But finding her couldn't be delayed-any delay might lead to trouble. So, they split up and began a thorough search of the rehabilitation center. "Wendy!" Karina called out the girl's name as she searched every corner.

Suddenly, she heard a faint sound of sobbing ahead. The noise was soft and intermittent, almost as if someone was trying to hide it.

This facility was specifically for patients who refused to go to hospitals or psychiatric institutions, often people with unusual or complex conditions.

Karina's mind raced with possibilities. Was it a mentally unstable patient? Someone with a fragile body or an unpredictable condition like epilepsy? Either way, it was unnerving.

Still, she gathered her courage and moved forward, thinking it could be the person they were looking for. "Wendy, is that you?"

As she approached, a foot suddenly shot out in front of her, as if trying to trip her.

This kind of trick might work in movies, but in broad daylight, it was hard to miss. Karina stopped in her tracks, her expression shifting to mild exasperation as she sighed softly. "Alright, Wendy, I know it's you. Stop hiding." "Ugh, so annoying!"

eyes. Her red, puffy eyelids were a clear sign she had just finished crying. Wendy glared at Karina, her eyes filled with unmasked

take her anger seriously. Instead of evoking resentment, it only made her seem vulnerable.

cares. Not even my parents. All they think

in a barely audible

her chest. At that

those few words revealed so

valued

truly cherished her, would they have sent her to a rehabilitation center

Over the past few days, it was as

young Otten hadn't visited

thought made Karina's heart ache. Wendy's prickly attitude now seemed like a shield, masking her stubbornness and

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