Chapter 2710

Dallas Airport, Texas, 9:00 PM.

Natasha opened the driver's side door, Coulson sat in the passenger seat, and Schiller and Charles sat in the back. As Natasha started the car, she said, "Yin Yin Lisha LaBreese's home is at least a half-hour drive from the airport. The scenery in Texas is quite nice; you can take a look along the way."

Charles was not in the mood for that. He was constantly flipping through documents on his phone. Schiller, while looking at the vast plains speeding past the window, said, "Stop looking; it's useless. There is no method in modern psychology that can smooth over the trauma of having one's memories forcibly deleted. You'd be better off taking this opportunity to practice your superpowers more."

Charles let out a wail and said, "I really just wanted to help her at the time. If I had known it would turn out like this, I absolutely would not have messed with her memories."

"We believe you," Coulson comforted him. "You have such powerful abilities, yet the world remains as stable as ever, which is enough to show that you are a good person. I believe Yin Yin Lisha can understand this point as well."

Charles remained unhappy, so Schiller had to change the subject, asking, "How are you and Erik doing? Are you two still arguing every day?"

"He is incredibly annoying." Charles pursed his lips, seemingly not wanting to mention him, but after thinking about it, he still said, "Those so-called powerful retaliatory measures he uses against those who discriminate against mutants seem very childish to me. Of course, he feels the same way about me."

Then they chatted for a while about the situation of mutants in the universe Charles was from. In general, it was about the same as most other universes: using conventional means basically offered no solution.

When they reached this point in the conversation, Natasha and Coulson couldn't help but turn to look at Schiller. Schiller noticed their gaze but deliberately said, "Actually, the mutants here are about the same. However, through a stroke of good fortune, their situation can be said to have improved greatly."

Charles looked at Schiller with some suspicion, seemingly wanting to know what that coincidence was, while Natasha and Coulson tacitly turned their heads back, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

A half-hour drive is neither short nor long. Texas has vast plains where one can see the distant and wide horizon, so even sitting in the car didn't feel cramped. The half-hour passed in a flash.

Yin Yin Lisha's home was a very typical Texas farm. Much of the surrounding land was bare rock, with a bit of green at the end of the horizon. A strong wind was blowing when the car stopped, and dead grass was being rolled up and flying through the air.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, one tall and one short, appeared on the horizon. They appeared to be Yin Yin Lisha's parents. They walked over and hugged Coulson warmly.

"Thank you so much," Mrs. LaBreese said. "Thank you very much for coming. I know this place is a bit remote."

Mr. LaBreese crossed his arms and said, "The wind outside is too strong. Let's go inside and have a cup of coffee first."

The group braved the wind and finally made it into the farmhouse. This place was far worse than the Kent farm. One could see that the LaBreese family's economic situation was basically just enough to get by. Both the couple and the eldest son who walked in with them had signs of hard labor on their faces and hands.

"This really is a big family," Natasha remarked. The LaBreese family had a full six children. Aside from a little niece who had been picked up for the holidays, they were all their own biological children. Yin Yin Lisha was the third, the one in the middle.

This was a situation Schiller hadn't understood before. After chatting briefly with the LaBreese couple, he learned more about Yin Yin Lisha's family situation. Clearly, this was an important part of Yin Yin Lisha's personality formation.

"I didn't think you would really send someone," Mr. LaBreese said, taking a sip of hot coffee. "I know Aux is a good person, especially a good man. We have been worried about him for several hours."

"Yes, from the moment the news of the space station power outage came, my heart rate has been very high," Mrs. LaBreese said, her expression sad. "He is our best son-in-law, and he treats Yin Yin Lisha very well. We have always looked forward to them having a child, but if not, it's also good that they are safe and sound."

After the group chatted for a while in the farmhouse living room, Coulson spoke up, "Then perhaps we should leave the time to our professional psychology expert. Where is Yin Yin Lisha?"

"She is in her bedroom. She doesn't allow anyone to go in right now. We confirmed her condition through the camera installed on the bird feeder in the yard. She has been sitting blankly by the bed, but fortunately, she hasn't done anything extreme."

"Has she ever?" Schiller grasped the key point and asked.

The couple looked at each other with some anxiety. Mrs. LaBreese gripped her hands tightly but still said, "Yes, she hasn't been very normal lately. She always likes to run into the yard in the middle of the night, saying there are aliens, but we didn't see anything."

"Besides that, has she said anything else?" Schiller asked, while Charles took notes.

"Yes, she repeatedly mentioned that what we see now and what we remember are unreliable. She said someone could modify everything in this world, and that everything is fake."

Charles looked even more guilty, and even his handwriting was affected, no longer looking as neat and elegant. Schiller glanced at him, signaling him to stay calm, and asked, "How is her attitude toward her family?"

"She doesn't pay much attention to us," Mrs. LaBreese sighed. "We were very happy when she came back because she rarely came home since she got married, but she isn't as enthusiastic as she used to be; she has become somewhat cold."

"I hope you can understand this point," Schiller said. "When a person doesn't even have enough strength to deal with their own inner self, they have no way to deal with others."

"Of course, we certainly understand, but I think we also have the right to know what exactly is going on." Mr. LaBreese said.

Charles stood up to apologize, but Schiller grabbed him quickly, signaling him to shut up with his eyes. Schiller said, "You should have heard that Yin Yin Lisha was hospitalized for a period of time."

"Yes, did she have some kind of rare disease?"

"No," Schiller leaned his body forward slightly, looking into their eyes, and said, "She had a miscarriage."

The couple was indeed shocked, and even their youngest daughter sitting behind them covered her mouth. Mrs. LaBreese looked back in disbelief, seemingly looking in Yin Yin Lisha's direction.

"How could this be? She never told us..."

Schiller glanced at Charles again. Clearly, Charles wasn't stupid; he must have modified everyone's memories, so Yin Yin Lisha's family didn't know she had been pregnant either.

But Schiller didn't want to tell them that all their memories had been modified; this would be of no benefit to the treatment. So he said, "Yes, it was early in the pregnancy, but it caused some damage to her body. She was also very sad about it, so perhaps she didn't mention it voluntarily, fearing you would be disappointed."

"Silly girl, how could we be disappointed?" Mr. LaBreese sighed, but still looked at Schiller and asked, "After she came back, we took her to the hospital for a checkup. The report showed there were no physical problems, but her mental state has never recovered."

"Yes, because of the hormonal fluctuations during her pregnancy, and perhaps some separation anxiety from being apart from her husband. In any case, I will give her a more detailed mental examination and then find a way to guide her."

Schiller began to give the LaBreese couple some precautions, such as keeping quiet, not making loud noises, not constantly knocking on her door, not giving her too much attention, and maintaining a normal living atmosphere as much as possible. He would handle all the work regarding psychological counseling.

The LaBreese couple and Yin Yin Lisha's siblings all expressed their full support. After finishing, Schiller went upstairs. He knocked on the door gently and said, "Yin Yin Lisha, I am the new psychologist. Could I trouble you to open the door?"

As expected, there was no response. Charles looked worried, but Schiller was not nervous at all. He just said, as if unintentionally, "It seems we can only call Aux. I wonder how he is doing on the space station..."

Click. The door opened. Seeing Yin Yin Lisha again, Charles could hardly recognize her. This lady looked as if she had shed a layer of skin, becoming pale, thin, and numb. Her state was not even as good as when she was hospitalized, and her eyes had a hollowness that made people feel fear.

Schiller saw that the guilt was about to crush Charles.

This was perfectly normal. Every young person as ambitious and capable as Charles would encounter such a crushing blow at some point in their life. Fortunately, there was still a chance to make amends, and this might not necessarily be a bad thing for Yin Yin Lisha.

Schiller walked into Yin Yin Lisha's room and found it was still tidy. He had a pretty good idea of the situation. Closing the door, Schiller said directly, "Someone did indeed modify your memories. We are here today to apologize."

He turned to look at Charles. Charles's guilt was finally able to be expressed. Yin Yin Lisha didn't cry, but he was already crying.

"I am truly very sorry. I didn't know everything would turn out like this. I just wanted to make you feel less uncomfortable." Charles said with red eyes, "At the time, your sadness completely infected me. I just wanted to stop all of this. I really didn't think it would happen like this, but I did do something wrong, and I must apologize to you."

Yin Yin Lisha seemed very surprised by all this, but it was a kind of powerless surprise, and there was also some suspicion.

Then she heard a voice in her mind, "Hello, I am Charles Xavier, a mutant with psychic abilities. I am very sorry for everything I did to you. I will do my best to return your memories to you."

"Wait a minute, Charles." Schiller seemed to have heard what Charles said in Yin Yin Lisha's mind. He stopped him and then looked at Yin Yin Lisha, saying, "You already know you lost your memories, but as my student said, he felt your sadness during the process of treating you. This means that something that made you feel extremely sad, or even completely collapsed, must have happened."

Schiller could almost be said to have dragged Yin Yin Lisha to sit down. The pale woman sat on the edge of the bed, while Schiller knelt halfway in front of her, looking into her eyes, and said, "You can choose not to recover your memories."

Yin Yin Lisha seemed to suddenly crack open. Some real things were revealed from her broken seams. She looked at Schiller somewhat desperately and said, "It has to do with a child, right?"

"It seems you have already guessed. Yes, it has to do with the child you once had."

Yin Yin Lisha showed that extremely painful expression again. Charles also became visibly sad. It seemed that Professor X at this stage couldn't yet immunize himself against the strong emotional impact at close range. He was always affected and almost tottered.

"Then, tell me." Yin Yin Lisha said in a dry voice, "No matter what, I will accept this fact."

"You were pregnant. During the pregnancy, the baby's heartbeat was always unstable. You developed anxiety and depression because of this, as well as self-harming behavior. 30 seconds after you finished giving birth, the child's heartbeat stopped."

Yin Yin Lisha was stunned for two seconds. Suddenly, she completely shattered. A shrill wail erupted from her mouth.

This mother seemed to have turned into a dead tree struck by lightning. Beyond death, there was an even more destructive death, revealing an even deeper despair within the despair.