In retrospect, it seemed that Hattie wasn’t incapable of anger before; rather, no one had crossed her bottom line.
Hattie went to Elisa’s ward. Shortly after Elisa had been injected with a sedative, Hattie didn’t dare to disturb her and could only stand outside the door to observe the situation inside.
The nurse who was taking care of Elisa noticed her and called out softly, “Dr. Mason.”
Hattie waved at her, gesturing for her to come out. Once the person came out, she asked, “How is she doing now?”
“She has been sedated and is already asleep.”
Hattie pondered for a moment and said, “Take good care of her and let me know if anything happens.”
The nurse nodded and promised, “Okay.”
“You can go in.”
After the nurse went in, Hattie suddenly shifted her gaze to a ward diagonally across, her eyes darkening.
After Hamish brought Lila back to her ward, he couldn’t help but come out again. He stood in the corridor, and the light from the ceiling cast a long shadow, his head lowered and his expression inscrutable.
Elisa’s hoarse screams lingered in his ears. He had always remained calm and composed, but faced with such a situation, he didn’t know what to do for the first time. He wanted to stay and take care of Elisa, but he was “chased out” by the doctors and nurses in the room.
Now he could only stand in the corridor, staring at the tightly closed door.
When the doctor came out, he took two steps forward and asked, “What’s wrong with Elisa?”
“I also want to know what you said to upset her.”
Hamish thought about the words he had said to Lila earlier and suddenly fell silent.
“It’s best to make an appointment with a psychiatrist tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?”
“She’s psychologically damaged. Find a professional psychologist to counsel her and prevent her from developing depression.”
Hamish felt a lump in his throat, as if a piece of cotton was stuck inside, unable to go up or down, causing discomfort and making it difficult to breathe.
After a few seconds of pause, which felt like more than ten minutes to him, Hamish asked hoarsely, “If she develops depression, can she still recover?”
The doctor glanced at him and said faintly, “She can, but it’s very difficult to fully recover. The specifics would depend on the experts in this field.” After speaking, the doctor paused, fearing that Hamish might not realize the seriousness of the situation, so he emphasized it again. “Depression is different from other illnesses. According to statistics, the mortality rate for depression in Bankshire is the highest.”
After hearing this, Hamish immediately decided to find a doctor in this field to take a good look at Elisa.
After the doctor left, Hamish returned to Lila’s ward.
“Is Elisa okay?”
Hamish shook his head, but Lila thought he was answering that she was fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I was worried that something happened to her because of me.”
Hamish didn’t explain, he just glanced at Lila’s ankle. “You’re not injured, are you?”
“No, when Elisa lunged at me, I dodged in time. She didn’t hurt me. Don’t be mad at her. She’s already pitiful enough.”
Hamish remained silent, and an eerie awkwardness suddenly enveloped the spacious room.
The half-closed door suddenly pushed open with a loud noise. Lila’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up and saw a young female doctor entering. Hamish, on the other hand, recognized her-Hattie, Elisa’s attending physician. Logically, he should have asked her about Elisa’s condition, but thinking of what she had said earlier, an inexplicable fear rose in his heart when facing her.
Hattie glanced coldly at him, then slowly shifted her gaze to Lila. It was strange that there was no extra expression on her face, but her eyes felt freezing enough to freeze a person.
Without reason, Lila’s heart raced, and her body instinctively leaned towards the corner.
Hattie’s gaze was cold, but it didn’t affect her scrutiny of Lila. She looked her up and down, as if tearing through her clothes, stripping her bare and seeing her heart inside.
“Are you his lover?”