His Obsession Began After Losing Her-Chapter 41: No Longer the Same (2)

From that day on, in order to forget about Noran, Shuri made a conscious effort to remove him from her life.

She stopped listening to his music, no matter how much it had once meant to her.

She avoided all news and articles related to him, hoping that this would help her forget and start anew.

Every time she heard his name mentioned or saw his face online, she turned away, refusing to let herself be drawn back into the pain of what once was.

She immersed herself in other activities, focusing on her studies, helping out at her father's café, and spending time with her family that she once lost.

Yet, despite the passage of time and the distance she had put between herself and her past, the nightmares persisted.

Every now and then, she would wake up in a cold sweat, the haunting memories of her past life and her lost love replaying in her mind.

It still hurt.

Just thinking about him made her heart ache.

Why was it so hard to forget someone?

She wondered what more she needed to do to forget him; she wanted to stop thinking about him and dreaming about their last moments together.

"Please, just let me forget you," she whispered into the darkness, her voice filled with longing and pain.

"Stop haunting me."

No matter how much she tried to move on, the echoes of her past continued to linger, a constant reminder of the love she had once known and the life she had left behind.

Seeing her sobbing, her Golden Retriever, Happy, got up from its bed and walked over to lick her face.

Realizing that Happy was trying to comfort her, Shuri let out a soft chuckle. "Thank you, Happy. I will be alright."

As she patted Happy, the scene of her nightmare was gradually replaced by memories of how she had adopted Happy six years ago.

At that time, she had planned to find Snowball.

However, due to various circumstances, she arrived a week late in Midori Town.

She went to the spot she remembered, where she and Noran had found Snowball in the past, but Snowball was no longer there.

Desperate to find Snowball, she searched high and low, eventually seeking help at the local shelter.

At the shelter, she did not find Snowball, but she came across a golden retriever who seemed very sad and neglected.

Shuri felt an immediate connection with the dog and knew she had to bring her home.

Hoping to bring joy into her life, she named her Happy.

Later, she heard from a local vet clinic that someone had brought in an abandoned white Pomeranian, but they didn't know who the person was.

Although disappointed that she couldn't find Snowball, Shuri prayed that Snowball had been adopted by a kind soul.

"I'll make breakfast for you, then we will go for our morning walk before we head to work. Today we will be visiting the hospital to assist some psychiatric patients there. You can take a nap when we are back at the clinic, alright?"

Shuri patted Happy and said gently, and Happy replied with a soft "woof."

In her past life, Shuri, who possessed the Vision of Judgement, found it easier to connect to animals because they had purer souls than most humans.

Being able to sympathize with them more, Shuri chose to become a veterinarian, and after graduating and training overseas, she returned to Sol City and opened her own clinic.

Aside from working at her clinic, Shuri would visit Sung Medical Hospital occasionally to provide animal-assisted therapy with Happy to psychiatric patients.

After completing her morning routine, Shuri made her way to the hospital with Happy.

Upon reaching there, she received a text message from Karlene, "Sis, your tips have proven to be so useful for my case! I'll get everything done and be back next month to give you a big thank you! Wait for me!"

Shuri smiled when she saw Karlene spamming many heart emoticons at the end of the message.

"Sure, I'll inform Mum and Dad too," Shuri sent a reply before putting away her phone and heading into the hospital.

The therapy session went smoothly, and Shuri even managed to assist in calming a patient suffering from severe anxiety.

Being well-liked by the medical staff, Shuri often found herself engaged in small talk with them.

After chatting with the nurses for a bit, Shuri was about to leave the ward when she heard a voice call out to her, "Dr. Lee."

Shuri turned around and saw a tall and handsome man dressed in a white robe approaching her.

She recognized him as the Director of the psychiatric ward, Sigmund Sung. He was also the third son of the Chairman of Sung Medical Hospital.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Sung. Do you need something from me?" Shuri asked. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"I heard from the medical staff that you helped calm a patient today, so I wanted to personally thank you," Sigmund replied with a subtle smile.

"I'm quite familiar with Mr. Cooper, so it's only right for me to help out when I can. There's no need to thank me."

"You're always so kind and humble, Dr. Lee. It's no wonder everyone in this ward likes you. It's a pity I can't get a talent like you to work in my ward," Sigmund commented, looking rather disappointed.

"You're flattering me, Dr. Sung. I only minored in psychology and am not qualified to work under you."

A mysterious smile tugged at the corner of his lips as Sigmund took a step closer to Shuri and replied, "Oh no, you're more than qualified. I always think you're pretty special."

Feeling uneasy, Shuri immediately took a step back as Happy began to growl, showing his displeasure towards Sigmund.

Like Happy, Shuri always felt uncomfortable whenever she was around Sigmund, though she couldn't explain why.

Although she had lost her ability, she somehow sensed something off about Sigmund, so she tried her best to keep her distance.

"All the medical staff here are more qualified than I am, Dr. Sung," Shuri said cautiously.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going. I have appointments at my clinic this afternoon."

Shuri was about to turn to leave when she heard Sigmund say in a firm voice, "I want you to stay."

Shuri turned back and looked curiously at Sigmund. "Is there something that requires my assistance, Dr. Sung?"

Sigmund appeared a little startled as if he couldn't believe she would respond this way.

Then he let out a soft chuckle. "Ha, no, it's alright. I think I made a mistake."

Shuri was even more confused by his response but didn't bother questioning him and bid farewell.

As Sigmund watched her leave, his expression darkened. "Did I really make a mistake?"

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent light as he glanced at a patient seated alone in the corridor.

Then, he walked over to the patient, bent down, and whispered next to his ear, "Go find something to stab yourself."

As if possessed, the patient's eyes widened with a vacant stare, and he abruptly stood up from his seat.

He walked unsteadily down the corridor, his steps unpredictable yet purposeful.

Paying no mind to the curious onlookers, he desperately hunted for something sharp, his hands shaking with an urgent need.

Finally, his gaze fixated on a discarded fork lying on a nearby table.

Without hesitation, he lunged for it, his fingers wrapping tightly around the handle as he raised it to his chest.

The air filled with panicked shouts as nurses and doctors rushed to intervene, their voices pleading and urgent as they tried to wrestle the makeshift weapon from his grasp.

Sigmund watched the scene unfold with a thoughtful expression as he murmured, "My ability is working fine. It didn't seem like I made a mistake. So, why?"

Why couldn't his ability work on her?

This was the second time Sigmund had failed to use his Voice of Command on Shuri.

The first time he tried was when he approached her after hearing about her popularity among his staff.

He thought he had made a mistake at that time, so he tried commanding her again today, but the result remained the same.

Sigmund was born with the ability to hypnotize people into listening to his commands, an ability known as the Voice of Command.

He could use this power only twice a day, and if he tried to use it more than that, he would suffer the side effect of losing his voice for a week.

This limitation ensured that he would not overuse his ability, allowing his body to withstand its powerful effects.

Since childhood, no one had ever resisted his ability. He had used it for his own gain and amusement, manipulating his parents, friends, colleagues, or anyone who crossed his path.

He chose to work in the psychiatric ward as a director because it provided a perfect cover for his experiments.

He could test the limits of his ability without fear of suspicion since any harm that came to a patient could easily be attributed to their mental instability.

After all these years of controlling others with his voice, this was the first time Sigmund had encountered someone who was immune to his ability; someone he couldn't control at will.

"Interesting. I should find out more about her," he muttered to himself, his lips twitching into a malevolent grin as he ignored the commotion he had created and went back to his office.