Chapter 2223: Late Autumn in the Golden City (Part 23)

Such a personality obviously wasn't satisfactory enough. When Pamela was still a very small girl, being quiet and sensible always had its own advantages, which was also the reason why she was picked.

But as she grew older, this foster mother finally discovered that Pamela was sick.

This wasn't an angry insult, just an exact description. Pamela had a natural coldness and detachment towards everything, and she wasn't interested in anything.

This wasn't a pedigree characteristic. Pamela wouldn't feel detached, it was just that the organs in her body that secreted excitatory substances seemed not to have worked for a long time, but this wasn't depression either. She often fell, but she wasn't afraid of falling. This was a normal state for her.

This kind of personality obviously couldn't radiate external charm. Although being proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting was good, the most important thing in this line of work was sex appeal, and everything else was just an addition. Pamela stood there, beautiful, but without a soul.

There was an even more fatal point: Pamela's coldness and indifference were often interpreted by ordinary people as contempt. Other people's high-cold flowers might be a persona, but she really looked down on everyone in this world equally.

Obviously, the education of Pamela failed. The foster mother tried for a long time, thought of all kinds of ways, and even didn't hesitate to take some more intense means, but Pamela was like a piece of rotten wood that couldn't be carved, not moved at all, and even got sicker and sicker.

Such a product was worthless, but producing her still spent resources and energy, and more importantly, this broke her foster mother's record of winning every battle, letting her understand that her education method wasn't how correct it was, and the previous few successes were really just luck.

Pamela's foster mother was angry from embarrassment.

What happened later wasn't written on the file, and Anna didn't ask, but in the year Pamela was 16, her foster mother was convicted of abuse. Except for her biological daughter, several other foster daughters stood up to accuse her, but her biological daughter also used her power to get her off the hook, leading to her finally being put into a mental hospital.

Pamela got rid of her foster mother, returned to Cat Getan alone, and started her studies again with the compensation money she received. Her grades weren't very good, but applying for Cat Getan University was enough.

Anna and Victor both guessed that the angry foster mother must have abused Pamela, because Anna accidentally caught a glimpse of some old scars on Pamela's body. They guessed it must have been hit by Pamela's foster mother.

But Shiler's guess was darker, because combined with Pamela's sexual orientation, she guessed that Pamela's foster mother might have wanted to force her foster daughter to a certain man, but Pamela didn't let her succeed, just possibly caused serious harm, leading to the matter being made a big deal and being concerned by the public, leading to her foster mother being exposed.

These were originally just Shiler's groundless speculations in his spare time, because the background story of Poison Ivy had been changed several times, and even in many universes, there was no conclusion at all.

The only thing that could be determined was that the fate of Poison Ivy in this universe was completely changed, because Dr. Jason Wood, who originally poisoned Pamela with plant toxins, was already dead, but Pamela still became the spokesperson of the Green.

That is to say, although Pamela wasn't Poison Ivy, she was still a plant-based mage, who could be classified into the same category as existences like Constantine and Zatanna.

Shiler only knew this much information at the beginning, until the last midsummer night in Cat Getan.

That night's rain was a sign of the end of this long summer. Cold air accompanied the torrential rain and fell together. It had a heartiness that the dense drizzle of Cat Getan didn't have before. The whole world was shrouded in thick rain curtains.

Because he had had enough of the overcast and rainy weather, Shiler was instead more interested in the thunderstorms of normal solar terms. He moved a chair and sat on the second floor, listening to the raindrops hitting the dense leaves, watching the white waves in the garden pond that only the sea had, and a layer of white mist rising from the soft soil layer.

Water is the source of all things. The plants under the rain curtain are even more bright. The branches that stubbornly don't bend under the strong wind and heavy rain roar out a magnificent song of life.

But soon Shiler discovered that the vine behind the big tree in the middle of the manor was a bit too stubborn. Not only was it not smashed down by the heavy raindrops, but it grew higher and faster.

A black shadow made a move—that was the little devil Six-Horn who was taking a bath in the rain. He had been a potted plant in Shiler's manor for a long time. Merkel's gardening technique, which was too unrestrained for other plants, was just right for him. He liked to take a hot bath after sunbathing, which made him feel at home when he was in hell.

He was rubbing his back with tentacles there, and felt a black shadow hit his two tentacles behind his back heavily. He reflexively curled his tentacles and pulled back, and heard a shout from the second floor of the manor.

"Six-Horn! Six-Horn! Put her down!"

Six-Horn looked back and found that his tentacles were actually rolling a woman. He hurriedly threw the other party onto the vine next to him, and found Shiler walking over with an umbrella when he raised his head.

"What's going on?" Shiler asked.

Six-Horn learned from Merkel to wave his tentacles to indicate. He didn't know what was going on either. Shiler looked up and found that there were vines on the courtyard wall, and looked down again, finding that the one lying under the tree was indeed Pamela.

She was wearing a hoodie and jeans, and the whole person was soaked through by the rain. Her red long hair was stuck to her cheeks wetly. When Shiler reached out to flip her over, he found that her eyes were open, just a bit listless.

Shiler reached out and pressed on her neck to measure her pulse. It was slightly weak, but there was no life danger. He touched her body temperature again, completely higher than the baseline. Pamela was having a high fever.

Merkel also rushed out, and then was sent back by Shiler to get a blanket. They quickly rolled Pamela into a thick blanket and carried her back to the fireplace in the manor.

Merkel started to use alcohol to wipe Pamela's body to cool her down. Shiler tested her eye movement reaction, and finally, the two determined that Pamela should just have a high fever leading to consciousness blurring, and there were no other problems.

Shiler made a call to the social work department. Soon two female social workers came to the door to help Pamela take a warm bath and change her clothes. One of them with nursing experience measured her temperature and checked her body, telling Shiler that there were no external injuries on Pamela's body, so it wasn't a high fever caused by infection.

In this way, Shiler could basically determine that Pamela was likely to be unable to control herself due to emotional problems, leading to catching a cold after being drenched in the rain, so he first gave her some fever-reducing medicine, and let her sleep until late at night.

During this period, Shiler made a simple profile for Pamela, still without needing the party concerned to answer questions, entirely relying on heaven-man induction to guess blindly.

Pamela's life experience, although bizarre, wasn't complicated. The only problem was that there were no signs showing where Pamela's unique preference for plants came from.

Shiler believed that the problem was likely to be with Pamela's biological parents.

Pamela was 5 years old when she was adopted. For the vast majority of children, this is too young an age, so that memories might not be very clear, but Shiler knew that Pamela was also a genius.

In the chat with Anna and the complaints of the law enforcement officers of the foster mother abuse case, Pamela seemed to deliberately blur her biological parents, and no one would have any objection to a little girl who was 4 or 5 years old not remembering her parents, but in Shiler's view, this was very suspicious.

If Pamela's cold and numb personality actually came from her biological parents, then perhaps her preference for plants could also come from this.

What did her biological parents do?

Shiler sat at the head of Pamela's bed with paper and pen, drawing some irregular lines while making a psychological portrait, until after 11 o'clock at night, Pamela's fever subsided, and she slowly woke up from the coma.

Pamela first turned to look at Shiler with listless eyes, then looked at the rain outside the window, and finally started to signal to Shiler with her eyes.

From her expression, it could be seen that she didn't think her signal would work, but Shiler still stood up, walked around her bed, walked to the window and pulled open the curtains. Outside the window was a lush green.

Pamela looked at Shiler who walked over with slightly surprised eyes, Shiler helped her up again, padded her upper body with pillows, and took her long hair that was still a bit damp from the gap between her back and the pillow.

When Pamela lay back on the pillow, she had a bit of comfortable decadence. She looked down at her clothes, and then looked at Shiler.

"Social worker Ms. Hall is a retired nurse, and your Professor Anna is slightly taller and thinner than you. Her clothes might not fit very well. If you need it, give me an address, and I will let my butler get them for you."

"Very gentlemanly, Professor, but I forgot whether I did my homework."

"You no longer have psychology homework," Shiler sat back at the head of the bed, smoothed the sheets on the head of the bed and said, "This year is your last academic year, and you will graduate soon."

Pamela looked at the window. There were no lights in the guest room, so only the edges of her cheeks were illuminated by the light coming through the rain. This was a very cold light, even carrying damp water vapor, and one could see the fine fluff on her cheeks.

This is a sign of youth and tenderness, Shiler thought. On the young and stretched skin, the fluff will squeeze together like green grass, and then retreat with aging, becoming wrinkled and withered.

"Forget about the homework," Shiler said softly and gently, "You just had a high fever. It is very rare for an adult to have such a high temperature, and you were soaked all over and fell into my garden."

"I am very sorry. When I am sick, my ability will be out of control. When I get better, I will rebuild your garden, Professor."

"Forget about my garden too. Even if you didn't fall in, after such a rainstorm, they would be messed up, and Merkel obviously doesn't have the ability to tidy them up."

"Will you come to find me then? Professor."

"I believe you will come to find me," Shiler changed the leg he was crossing and said, "You will remember that there are plants here that need help."

"Instead of people who need help?"

"I don't need help, Pamela," Shiler looked into Pamela's eyes and said, "You help plants to let them live better, not because I have a beautiful garden."

"This is the most significant difference between you and other gardeners, and it is also the reason why you can do better than them. Those garden plants that grow up under your help are more like lives with powerful strength than ornamental supplies." ===== CHAPTER 2224 =====