Chapter 166 Chapter 165 Jima is a Green Tea Bitch (Part 2)
The room was filled with a burnt smell, indicating just how much emotional damage being stood up can cause. Not to mention, Jenna was worried something might happen, forcing herself to remain in a sleep state, disrupting her routine as she lingered in the palace of dreams.
Jima raised her hand, and the charred remnants of the sofa disappeared, replaced by a new one. She slumped down, leaning wearily against the back of the sofa, her eyes “dazed” as she stared ahead.
Jenna sat down beside her and, seeing Jima this way, felt a significant reduction in her anger, asking:
“What’s wrong?”
Jima took a deep breath and calmly replied, “This morning, George pointed a sword at my head and tried to kill me.”
“What?”
“Yes, he wanted to kill me.” Jima could no longer “hold it together,” turning her head away to cover her eyes, her voice tinged with a hint of tears, “Even when I said I was Jima, the tip of his sword was still aimed at my head.”
“I’m sorry.”
Jenna immediately thought of various reasons why George would point a sword at Jima, each more pitiful than the last. The anger in her heart had long since extinguished, replaced by an overwhelming sympathy for Jima, “Are you okay?”
Jima rubbed her eyes firmly, making them red, and then pretended to compose herself, saying, “Physically, I’m fine, but…”
She hesitated, leaving room for Jenna’s imagination.
“How could George do this?” Jenna said, “After all, you are his fiancée.”
“Can’t blame him,” Jima replied. “He was out of control at that time.”
“That doesn’t justify him pointing a sword at you.” Jenna grabbed Jima’s hand, “I need to talk to him.”
Oh, so foolish.
Jima said, “Thank you, but it’s not that kind of loss of control.”
“Rage?”
“More or less.”
“How could that be?” Jenna said, “He’s always been a genius.”
“No one can escape the shadows of the past.” Jima sighed, “Do you know about his childhood?”
“Of course, his father never treated him like family.”
“It has to do with his mother; he has always missed his biological mother.”
“I know, he often tells me that he feels that when he falls asleep at night, his biological mother will come to find him and watch over him quietly. I always thought he was dreaming, and he thinks so too.”
“This is his inner demon.” Jima let out again that word that troubled countless extraordinary beings, “He has been collecting some papers with strange characters, which express a mother’s sentiment for her child.”
“Has it gone this far?”
“He secretly looks at them every night without telling anyone. One day I noticed something was off with him, so I cared for him…” Jima began to panic without losing her composure, “I secretly entered his room and found those papers, but I don’t know why he immediately knew.”
“He has set up rules; if someone breaks them, he will know immediately.”
Jima noted this privately in her mind and said:
“When he saw me, he completely failed to recognize me and wanted to kill me; fortunately, in the end, he managed to hold back.”
“That’s serious.” Jenna said, “We need to treat him quickly; otherwise, he’ll remain an unstable factor, potentially hurting those around him. By the way, did you get rid of those papers?”
“Of course, I burned them all.” Jima replied, “They were just ordinary papers; I even used divination to trace their origin, but the source was fabricated by someone, and I can’t
