You are being provided with a book chapter by chapter. I will request you to read the book for me after each chapter. After reading the chapter, 1. shorten the chapter to no less than 300 words and no more than 400 words. 2. Do not change the name, address, or any important nouns in the chapter. 3. Do not translate the original language. 4. Keep the same style as the original chapter, keep it consistent throughout the chapter. Your reply must comply with all four requirements, or it’s invalid.
I will provide the chapter now.

47
“Ms. Spears? You may feel free to address me.”
The voice crackled through the phone. I was in my living room. It was an
ordinary summer afternoon in Los Angeles.
On June 23, 2021, I was nally due to address a Los Angeles probate court
on the subject of the conservatorship. And I knew the world was listening. I had
been practicing this for days, but now that the moment was here, the stakes felt
overwhelming. Not least because I knew, since I’d asked for this hearing to be
open to the public, that millions of people would be listening to my voice as
soon as I was done speaking.
My voice. It was everywhere, all over the world—on the radio, on television, on
the internet—but there were so many parts of me that had been suppressed. My
voice had been used for me, and against me, so many times that I was afraid
nobody would recognize it now if I spoke freely. What if they called me crazy?
What if they said I was lying? What if I said the wrong thing and it all went
sideways? I had written so many versions of this statement. I’d tried a million
ways to get it right, to say what I needed to say, but now, in the moment, I was so
nervous.
And then, through the fear, I remembered that there were still things I could
hold on to: My desire for people to understand what I’d been through. My faith
that all this could change. My belief that I had a right to experience joy. My
knowledge that I deserved my freedom.
This sense, deeply felt and profound, that the woman in me was still strong
enough to ght for what was right.
I looked up at Hesam, who was seated on the couch next to me. He squeezed
my hand.
And so, for the rst time in what felt like forever, I began to tell my story.
I said to the judge, “I’ve lied and told the whole world I’m okay and I’m
happy. It’s a lie. I thought that maybe if I just said that enough, maybe I might
become happy, because I’ve been in denial… But now I’m telling you the truth,
okay? I’m not happy. I can’t sleep. I’m so angry it’s insane. And I’m depressed. I
cry every day.”
I went on to say, “I don’t even drink alcohol. I should drink alcohol,
considering what they put my heart through.”
I said, “I wish I could stay with you on the phone forever, because when I get
o the phone with you, all of a sudden all I hear are these nos. And then all of a
sudden I feel ganged up on and I feel bullied, and I feel left out, and alone. And
I’m tired of feeling alone. I deserve to have the same rights as anybody does, by
having a child, a family, any of those things, and more so. And that’s all I wanted
to say to you. And thank you so much for letting me speak to you today.”
I barely breathed. It was the rst chance I’d gotten to speak publicly in so
long and a million things had come pouring out. I waited to hear how the judge
would respond. I hoped I’d get some indication of where her head was at.
“I just want to tell you that I certainly am sensitive to everything that you said
and how you’re feeling,” she said. “I know that it took a lot of courage for you to
say everything you have to say today, and I want to let you know that the court
does appreciate your coming on the line and sharing how you’re feeling.”
That made me feel a sense of relief, like I’d nally been listened to after
thirteen years.
I have always worked so hard. I put up with being held down for a long time.
But when my family put me in that facility, they took it too far.
I was treated like a criminal. And they made me think I deserved that. They
made me forget my self-worth and my value.
Of all the things they did, I will say that the worst was to make me question
my faith. I never had strict ideas about religion. I just knew there was something
bigger than me. Under their control, I stopped believing in God for a while. But
then, when it came time to end the conservatorship, I realized one thing: You

Chapter 47 of “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall” by Anne Brontë begins with a disruptive visit from Eliza Millward to Gilbert Markham’s house, where she shares unsettling news about Helen Graham, suggesting a reconciliation with her estranged husband. Gilbert, deeply troubled by these rumors, decides to seek the truth by visiting Helen’s brother, Frederick Lawrence.

Upon his arrival, Gilbert learns that Helen has indeed returned to her husband, but not out of reconciliation; she has gone back to care for him during his illness. Lawrence provides Gilbert with a letter from Helen, which reveals her reasons and details of her current life at Grassdale Manor. Helen has taken on the arduous task of nursing her husband, Arthur Huntingdon, who suffers from injuries and illness exacerbated by his dissolute lifestyle. Throughout her letter, she describes her efforts to manage the household, the challenges of attending to her husband whose health has deteriorated significantly, and her struggles with his fluctuating acceptance of her presence.

Helen’s narrative in the letter reveals her inner conflict and her strong sense of duty towards her husband, despite his past cruelty and neglect. She painstakingly describes her daily encounters with Arthur, who fluctuates between delirium and clarity, sometimes mistaking her for other women and at other times recognizing her with ambivalence or outright hostility. Yet, she perseveres, motivated by a combination of duty, maternal protectiveness, and perhaps a hopeful glimpse of his reformation.

Despite the emotional toll, Helen remains determined to fulfill her responsibilities, simultaneously ensuring the wellbeing of their son, little Arthur, by keeping him closely guarded from the negative influences within the household. She considers requesting help from Esther Hargrave to care for her son should Arthur’s condition worsen.

Gilbert is moved by Helen’s commitment and sacrifices, reframing his perspective on her actions. The chapter closes with him asking Lawrence if he can keep Helen’s letter, noting that she has made no mention of him, which reflects her complete immersion in her immediate responsibilities and her efforts to shield her personal life from others, including Gilbert, whom she once considered close.