Hamish had always been arrogant and self-important. It’s said that all roads lead to Rome, and Hamish was born in Rome, making him an exceptional individual.
With ability comes temperament, and everyone around him revolved around him. With his handsome appearance, esteemed status, and talent, he never lacked admirers.
However, he was cold-hearted and had never developed feelings for anyone until he met Elisa. He initially thought she would be a woman he despised for a lifetime, but unexpectedly, he ended up breaking all the boundaries for her.
He believed that she loved him deeply. After all, for four years of marriage, she had endured everything he did and satisfied his desires.
But now, someone told him that all the kindness Elisa had shown him before was because she mistook him for someone else.
He enjoyed the goodness meant for someone else. Elisa should never have belonged to him.
The thought pained his heart, causing his temples to throb. Hamish pressed his temples, leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and suppressed the raging anger in his chest.
“Don’t say too much in front of her from now on. You know what to say and what not to say.” Hamish stared silently at the doctor, his words more of a warning than a threat.
The psychologist felt uneasy under his crimson gaze and quickly nodded, promising, “I won’t hypnotize her anymore, and I will forget what happened today.”
Hamish was satisfied with his response and had no intention of giving him a hard time. He changed the subject, asking, “When will she recover?”
“It’s hard to say. I’ll do my best to guide her.”
“Is it difficult?”
The psychologist shook his head. “External wounds can be healed with medicine, but operating on wounds in the heart is useless. Miss Powell’s condition is quite severe. We’ll proceed step by step with psychological treatment and continue to observe. Furthermore, I suggest transferring Miss Powell to the adjacent building.”
The adjacent building referred to the psychiatric department. The psychologist knew that Hamish might be reluctant for the time being, so he could only persuade him, saying, “Observation and treatment in the later stages would be more convenient there. You can go and see the environment first. The rooms are soundproof, so there won’t be any disturbances.”
Hamish neither agreed nor refused, and the matter of transferring Elisa was left hanging.
After the psychologist left, Hamish returned to the ward and, as usual, sat by Elisa’s bedside. He pondered over the words spoken earlier, and his once calm and indifferent heart began to stir.
Elisa, who do you think I am?
He wanted to shake her awake and question her, but he dared not. He was afraid that Elisa would discover that the person she had loved with all her heart for sixteen years wasn’t him.
Hamish reached out and tucked the loose strands of hair on Elisa’s forehead behind her ear. He gently caressed her jawline and slender neck.
“Since you mistook me from the beginning, then let it be a mistake for a lifetime.” He didn’t think he had done anything wrong.
When Hattie had nothing to do at the hospital, she would come and chat with Elisa. However, most of the time, she would talk to herself while Elisa listened.
While Hamish was away, Hattie said, “Elisa, your brother Micah has already gone abroad. I wanted to tell you earlier, but you were ill, and I didn’t know how to bring it up. I thought of waiting until you were discharged to tell you. But last night, Micah called and asked about your condition. How should I tell him about your situation?”
When Elisa heard “Micah,” she showed some reaction. The forced smile on her face seemed less stiff, and she opened her mouth, hoarsely saying, “I’m fine.”
Hearing her speak, Hattie felt pity. “Elisa, you should speak more.”
Elisa fell silent again.
Hattie sighed and left after Hamish returned.
More and more people knew that a mentally ill patient was living here. Elisa had gained some notoriety in Bankshire, and a few months ago, she even trended online, so many people recognized her.
The patients on the same floor knew not to provoke Hamish. They didn’t dare to approach him as they had done before, so they could only whisper behind his back, saying unpleasant things.
“Have you heard? The princess of the Powell family in Bankshire has gone crazy, completely insane.”
This conversation spread online, causing a stir. Hamish didn’t spend much time on the internet, but Tobias sent him a screenshot.
Only after glancing at the headline did he not bother to read further. That day, he decided to secretly transfer Elisa to the psychiatric department.
Not for any other reason but because it wasquieter there. No one would peek at Elisa, and nobody would know that she was a psychiatric patient.
Elisa resisted Hamish’s touch, fearing only that he would lift her horizontally. She screamed as if she had encountered a virus.
After being slapped by Elisa for the first time, Hamish didn’t dare to get angry. After all, it was his own fault for causing her psychological trauma.
Ever since Hamish had thrown Elisa down the stairs while holding her, she had become particularly afraid of being lifted horizontally.
After being scratched by her a few times, Hamish gradually found a pattern. As long as he didn’t lift her, everything was negotiable. For example, holding her hand for support. Although she would resist, she would eventually give up after struggling for a while.