Chapter 1304: Chapter 1304

Chapter 1304:

“I couldn’t sleep,” Tania responded with a slight nod, forcing a smile on her pale face. Her voice was low and raspy as she said, “I feel lost. I’m not Tania, nor Tonya. I’m unsure how to move forward.”

Harlee’s distance, the others’ cautiousness, and Rhys’ deliberate boundaries… Everything made Tania feel uneasy.

Harlee realized she had been too occupied with the island to give Tania the attention she deserved. She sat down across from her, taking Tania’s hand. “I want you to live your life as you see fit, whether as Tania or Tonya. My hope is for your happiness.”

Tania’s eyelashes fluttered at these words, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes. “Do you believe in reincarnation?” She questioned whether Harlee truly believed her claims of rebirth.

Looking at their intertwined hands, Harlee laughed lightly. “I wasn’t a believer before, but now, I do think you are Tonya.”

Tania responded with silence, her gaze fixed on Harlee.

Harlee stood and gently patted her head. “Don’t dwell on it too much. If you’re unsure about your path, just take things slow. I’m here to support you.”

ᗰσ𝓇𝑒 υ𝐩𝓭𝑎𝓉𝑒𝓈 ι𝐧 ɢ𝒶𝐥𝓷𝑜𝐯𝑒𝓁𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

After saying this, Harlee began to walk away.

Tania called after her, “Where are you headed?”

“I’m off to find Noel,” Harlee replied with a smile, waving as she exited the hall.

Tania watched Harlee depart and sat quietly for a long while, her fists clenched, deep in thought.

To prevent any medical emergencies, Harlee had arranged for two small clinics on the cruise ship: one for Goodwin’s surgeries and another for Noel.

The clinic for Noel, a converted bedroom, was compact yet fully equipped. Harlee entered the first room, washed and disinfected her hands at the sink, and then pushed through the glass door to the right to enter the next room.

Noel’s clinic didn’t require an operating room, so sterile attire wasn’t necessary. Washing her hands was sufficient.

Harlee moved further inside and, rounding a corner, found Noel lounging on a recliner, his eyes closed, his posture relaxed, surrounded by papers, and holding a pen. It seemed as though he had stayed up all night once more.

Approaching him, Harlee noticed the scattered documents on his desk, her heart racing. She picked up one of the papers, her interest piqued. Just as she began to examine it closely, Noel woke up.

“Why are you here?” Noel sat up abruptly. He reached for the document she was reading, but she was already engrossed in it.

Placing the paper down, Harlee took a seat across from him and asked, “When did you figure it out?”

Noel’s pupils widened in shock. He stuttered, “You… you know?”

“Yes,” Harlee said, observing his astonishment. “I’m not sure when it started, but I’ve sensed a change in my mental state ever since the tragedy with Tonya and the others.”

Noel was now fully awake. He set the papers down and, his breath catching, asked, “So, are you here today to seek treatment, or…”

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