Severo kicked him out and then turned around and rested his hands on the hand of the workbench, bowing slightly with a grim face and looking away without saying a word.
Victorino’s lab was full of stuff and as soon as he got out he crashed into the apparatus used for the experiment and his back was left raw.
He slowly slid to the ground, tilted his head back and took a deep breath as a wave of pain hit him, which he took before leaning back on the ground and slowly rising to his feet.
This time, he found a place to sit a little further away from Severo.
He could see that Severo was seriously out of control at the moment and he could not afford to let Severo fall again.
He lifted his glasses before looking at Severo.
Severo remained in the same position as before, standing half-bent and motionless.
Halfway across the room, he heard Severo’s dark voice ring out: “Our partnership ends here.
“What?” Victorino froze for a moment, what Severo had said was so sudden that he felt a little overwhelmed by the reaction.
Severo finally turned his head to look at him, with an indifferent expression: “I think you understood what I said, and I don’t want to repeat it again.
Victorino did listen and understood.
Although her relationship with Severo was nominally a partnership, how could it be broken with a flick of the wrist after all these years?
Moreover, it is not in a good position to do so.
“Sir, you need to be attended to now. She steeled herself against the pain in her body and stood up to look at him, her gaze resolute.
Severo looked at him coldly and his words came out without any warmth: “It’s none of your business, you’re no better now than you were then, with your current fame, go to the National Institute and they’ll accept you”.
Victorino sensed the firmness in Severo’s words.
He clenched his fist and was silent for a while, as if he had made up his mind, before saying, “In the early years, you told me to study something that interested me, and then I did, I won a prize in a competition and applied for a patent, and then you hinted to me to study neurology, which I did, but it wasn’t my thing, so I didn’t spend all my energy on that.”
Severo seemed to have calmed down for the moment, his dark eyes slightly averted in a careless way, but Victorino knew that Severo was listening.
Then, with great audacity, he laid out his suspicions: “Actually, it was because of his family’s history of mental illness that he hinted to me to take an interest in neurology, but, because the matter was so secret, he could not talk to me frankly about it.
He only thought about it a few days ago.
He imagined that Severo would initially take notice of him and invest in him as a partner to set up a research laboratory because of the history of mental illness in his family.
How else could a financial tycoon, who has no great interest in medicine, spend so much money on his laboratory?
These were only his conjectures, but he found them plausible.
“And among his close relatives with a history of mental illness is his grandmother, and every few generations someone in the Solares family will die of mental illness, but the news will be kept secret and described as something else.”
Victorino said all this in a whisper before looking at Severo’s face.
The look on his face did not change significantly.
Severo slowly straightened up in the middle of his gaze, without a trace of warmth in his voice: “As expected of a rising star in the world of medicine, you are not bad at analysing things logically.
With this statement, he is affirming Victorino’s claim.
Although Victorino had expected this from the beginning, he was a little confused when he received Severo’s confirmation.
Severo should now be one of the few moments of clarity.
“Are you telling me all this to my face because you don’t want to get out of here alive? These words are not only Severo’s secret, but also the secret of the Solares family.
The fact that the Solares family, which has prospered for centuries, has a family history of mental illness is a matter of great importance.
Victorino was right when he said that his grandmother died of a psychotic episode, jumping to her death from a building in Solares Castle.
Today, the building is blocked in the Castillo de Solares and no one is allowed to enter.
Victorino was slightly alarmed, but kept his composure: “I will find a way to cure you.
“All you say about finding a way to cure me is discussing my condition with Allyce behind my back?” Severo’s face instantly turned grim again, his black eyes glowing with the hardness of a nuclear man.
Victorino finally realised that Severo’s concern was that Allyce already knew he was mentally ill.
“The woman is someone close to you and I am your doctor, so of course I have to communicate with her”. It is normal for any patient’s family to communicate with their doctor.
“Shut up, what do you know, she’s going with Gabrio!”
He’s mentally ill, he’s not a normal person, and Allyce will definitely leave him and go with Gabrio.
Victorino sniffed, slightly dazed, before something dawned on him.
“That’s because you are now too paranoid and always doubt the lady’s feelings for you. The way I see it, the lady is faithful to you and won’t leave you”.
Victorino’s explanation did not reach Severo’s ears at all.
All she could think was that Allyce would leave her because of her condition, that she would go with Gabrio, that she would live with someone of sound mind and body.
What does it mean to have a family history of mental illness?
Not only does it mean that he will develop the disease, but it also means that his children’s offspring may develop the disease and die of it in their youth, just as his grandmother did.
In his early forties, he had a psychotic episode and threw himself to his death.
It is human nature to avoid harm, and no woman would want to live a life in which her husband and beloved child could have a psychotic episode at any time.
“What do you know!” roared Severus aloud, his eyes scarlet.
Victorino narrowed his eyes slightly, following the changes in Severo, his gaze resting on the reassurance not far away.
He said nothing, his feet were already moving in the direction of the tranquilliser.
He has to sedate Severo when he loses control of his emotions.
It was at that moment that his mobile phone suddenly tried to ring.
The doorbell rang sharply in the hall, piercing the silence of a room.
Victorino paused, but held out the phone anyway.
Coincidentally, it was Allyce who called.
He looked at Severo and said aloud: “It’s the wife on the phone”.
The hostility in Severo’s scarlet eyes dissipated a little and his gaze settled on his phone, his face relieved, “Allyce?”