Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chris followed Lena into the house. When he saw her locking herself in a room, he secretly went around outside

and watched her through the window.

He observed her holding the wooden rifle, unwilling to take her eyes off it. Then she took a piece of cloth and

carefully wiped it, treating the rifle as a precious treasure.

A warm feeling suddenly welled up in Chris’ heart, and he smiled unconsciously.

At that moment, his phone vibrated, and he hurriedly went away to answer the call.

Zuko’s deep voice came from the other end. “Professor Adam’s in Centrolis. I’ve contacted him through Uncle Seth

and Aunt Zennie, and we’ll meet in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. I’ll go with Lina… and the truth will likely

be revealed soon.

“The day after tomorrow?” Chris found it a little late. “Why can’t he speed things up and make it tomorrow since

he’s close to Aunt Zennie?”

“He has a patient tomorrow,” Zuko explained. “Doesn’t really have the time for us.”

“A patient?” Chris was surprised and joked, “I see he’s acquainted with others in Centrolis aside from us! I thought

he only knew the Hamertons!”

Zuko chuckled, sharing the same thought. Zennie and Seth were Adam’s only two students in Centrolis. Other than

the Hamertons, no one else could persuade him to accept a case.

It was worth wondering who the patient was since they were so capable.

“Never mind, we’ll solve the mystery sooner or later.”

Chris nodded, hesitating for a moment as he considered his words. “Zuko, your idea is really good, but I’m unsure

what to do next.”

Zuko was confused. “What idea?”

“What you said about giving her a shot the last time…”

Zuko was rendered speechless, his astonishment evident.

“W-What?” He raised his voice. “You really gave her a shot?”

“Yeah. It’s wood, but it’s an effort from me!”

What was Chris talking about?”

“I can see that she really likes my gun!”

Zuko nearly choked on his coffee.

“But she was a little upset just now.” Chris continued. “Zuko, do you think I shouldn’t have shown off shooting poses

and my skills in front of her?”

Zuko coughed violently.

“What’s up with you? Caught a cold?”

“It’s nothing.” Zuko did his best to hold everything in. “Go on.”

He really wondered what other surprises Mr. Special Forces had for him.

“Zuko, I get it!” Chris said excitedly, “I should make another gun and play with her!”

“Alright… Enough!”

Before Chris could speak, Zuko hung up.

Chris did not mind but smiled.

It seemed he was right. He should make another gun and play with Lena. Boys loved playing with guns in groups

since it was more fun when there were more people!

With this in mind, Chris walked out of the yard and headed toward the forest in light steps. He had to find better-

quality wood! He would make a small, exquisite pistol and play cops and robbers with Lena.

That would definitely make her happy!

–

In Adam’s special emergency room, a pale woman lay quietly. Her forehead bore a serious wound, wrapped in

layers of gauze, with various cables connected to her body.

Renee sat near the door, trembling, clenching her fists, and biting her knuckles.

After a while, Adam emerged, and Renee quickly approached him.

Following Kaitlyn’s head injury, she had promptly called Adam, not expecting him to answer or even be in Centrolis.

Renee had turned to this kind professor as her first choice.

Adam was mildly surprised by her presence but stayed composed. He had even postponed his meeting with Zuko

and Lina.

As Renee approached Adam, tears streamed down her cheeks before she could speak.

Adam looked at her affectionately and comforted her, “Don’t cry, my child.”

“I… My mom…” Renee choked up. “What’s wrong with her?”

Adam adjusted his glasses. “Based on my preliminary assessment, Madam Carmichael seems to be suffering from

a dissociative identity disorder.”

“What?” Renee’s eyes widened, and she asked after a moment, “But my mom’s hands…”

“Do you mean her hands have become plumper and softer?”

Renee nodded.

“That’s most likely a side effect of the medication,” Adam explained. “The special medication she’s been taking

contains hormones, which can have side effects on the body. So, you may have seen that she looked better, gained

some weight, and seemed more radiant after the surgery, but in reality… she doesn’t appear as well as she seems.

“As for the symptoms of dissociative identity disorder, perhaps she had shown signs of it before, but it wasn’t

evident. As such, you didn’t notice.”

Renee’s mind went blank.

Adam continued. “There are many causes for dissociative identity disorder. It’s a type of mental illness that’s

closely related to the patient’s past experiences. For instance, if the patient was originally introverted and

experienced unbearable torment or pain, the repressed emotions in her could accumulate over time and eventually

manifest as a split personality.

“This secondary personality is often stronger than the original one. Creating this secondary personality is, in fact, a

form of self-protection.”

Renee leaned against the wall. Her knees went weak, and she collapsed to the floor with a thud.

Adam quickly helped her up and had a nurse attend to her.

Renee’s eyes lost their luster, but they were filled with tears. As she moved, teardrops rolled down her cheeks. She

covered her face with both hands, starting from quietly sobbing and eventually breaking into loud wails.

The nurse was used to this situation and could only offer feeble comfort.

“Ms. Thompson, you need to start making plans for your mother as soon as possible,” Adam said softly. “It’s best

for her to be admitted to a specialized care facility for treatment. There might still be hope for her recovery.

“But if she doesn’t receive proper treatment, she might… harm others!”