Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 123 Wounds

There were even people who looked at her and exclaimed, “Are you a new horse? I’m a white horse, what breed are you?!”

“You are followed by a person behind. She is lying on your

back.”

Just hearing this sentence she was already scared all over with cold sweat. Even after entering the ward, there was no peace. All the patients were yelling. She felt like she was going to collapse.

She told the doctors and nurses numerous times that she was not a psychopath, but it was still no

use.

Her psychiatric report diagnosed her with bipolar disorder and delusional victimization. Nurses just treated her as a normal patient.

Kaitlin was put in a restraint suit that night after injuring a nurse for being too violent. Her hands were tied and she was in pain.

She had experienced something she had never experienced in her life. What she didn’t understand was why these doctors and nurses still treated her like this, even though Cason had informed them.

The various medications, as well as the food, made it difficult for her to swallow.

She lost her temper in the canteen and spilled her food all over the floor. The nurse came over to clean up and was again pushed away by her.

The doctor came over with the medicine and said impatiently “Kaitlin, are you throwing a tantrum again?”

“I’m not! Look, do you think that this food is for humans?”

The doctor took a look at the overturned plates, where the vegetables and meat were the freshest.

Kaitlin was so used to eating rich food that she couldn’t possibly have this most ordinary meal.

“Kaitlin, the doctors, nurses and other staff also have the same meal here as you do.”

“I want to get out of the hospital! I’m not mentally ill!” She screamed.

The rest of the patients who were eating were so irritated by her screaming that they covered their ears and started screaming too, while others ran around.

The entire canteen was in a state of panic. Kaitlin was so angry that she pushed the doctor away and

ran out of the room.

All the doctors and nurses were mobilized at the same time and began to comfort the frightened patients.

One doctor came up behind Kaitlin with a tube of tranquilizer and stabbed her directly in

the back of the neck. She passed out in the next second.

Once again, Kaitlin was locked up. Her behavior had affected other patients, and she even acted to harm

the doctor.

She had to wear a restraint suit for three days. These three days were worse than death for her. The

restraints kept her in bed and prevented her from moving. She had to get permission to urinate and

defecate.

She felt less like a human being and more like a guarded animal.

At night, the sounds of ghosts and wolves coming from all directions put her in a trance. She even began

to imagine that someone could come to her rescue.

When Lindsay came to visit her, she was shocked by Kaitlin’s current appearance. Her face was pale

and her hair was combed carelessly.

“Kaitlin, are you all right.” Lindsay’s voice trembled.

It took Kaitlin a long time to realize it was her mother’s voice. She immediately began to cry furiously,

wailing about how miserable she was in the mental hospital.

Her cries made Lindsay cry sadly. “Kaitlin, of course, mom wants you to get out. Cason has made so

many efforts, but the Gage family refuses to relent.”

Cason donated instruments to the center while Manuel donated more advanced instruments. Cason

donated one building while Manuel donated two.

“It’s Ainsley! She must have made Manuel do it on purpose.” She cried.

Lindsay went Into Cason’s study with two videos, which could save Kaitlin.

Ainsley, of course, knew all about how bad her situation was.

Cason sent someone to take care of Kaitlin. Manuel also sent someone over to treat Kaitlin as a

normal patient.

Ainsley is at work when a delivery arrives. She was puzzled to hear the deliveryman call out her

riame.

Bewildered, she took the package and found that it contained a photo that Manuel had taken last night

after she had fallen asleep. She was lying soundly asleep in bed, and a hand was stroking her

hair.

She blushed and put the picture in the drawer when the text message alert sounded. It was from Manuel.

“You got it?”

She replied, “Well, why have it delivered…” They could meet after work.

“Couldn’t resist.” Ainsley only felt sweet inside. They were like a couple on campus, childish but

happy.

Was this the period of passionate love? She had never experienced it before When she was with Cason,

she worked alone for their relationship Falling in love made people feel so happy

In the evening after work, Manuel did come.

Serina got into the car excitedly, she had long noticed the ambiguity between the two.

Manuel handed her and Ainsley ice creams. Serina said, “So I have one, too. Manuel, I thought you

would forget about me.”

She covered her mouth and snickered. But the tip of her nose accidentally got ice cream on it.

Back at the apartment, Serina went upstairs sensibly. Manuel followed Ainsley into the house.

“The matter of Kaitlin is final. I had Kaitlin’s identification checked, and there is no problem.”

Manuel said in a cold voice.

Ainsley nodded. She had known that Lindsay and Cason would do everything they could to save Kaitlin.

But for Kaitlin, turning into a psychopath must have made her even more miserable.

“That’s not necessarily bad.” Ainsley took a drink out of the fridge and offered it to him.

What she didn’t say was that Cason had been contacting her for the past few days trying to get her to

visit Mathew.

After all, she had just put Kaitlin in a mental hospital and wasn’t sure if Cason wanted to talk to her

about Kaitlin. She refused him.

Manuel laughed lightly, saying, “That’s right. No normal person can come out normal from a

mental hospital.”

He had arranged for people in the mental hospital and would never let the hospital staff take care of

Kaitlin.

He set his drink aside and moved forward to embrace Ainsley. “Don’t say anyone else.”

He smelled the scent of Ainsley’s hair, lifted her head and kissed it.

Late at night, it was pouring outside the window. Ainsley lay in Manuel’s arms as the rain poured

down.

“How’s Serina’s mood lately?” Ainsley asked.

“Pretty good and stable. She keeps pestering me every day about when we get married.” Manuel

stroked her hair.

Ainsley blushed for a moment. “Serina must have gotten sick at the sight of the wound.”

She rolled over and sat up. “Speaking of which, I have a scar here on my thigh. It’s very ugly. It’s

been wounded here before, but I can’t remember when.”

With a puzzled look, she touched her thigh and there was a scar. The ugly scar fell on the fair thigh. and was unusual.

Manuel was slightly lost in thought as he reached out. His fingertips trembled to touch the wound and soon popped away. He looked away.

He said softly, “I’m sorry.”

Ainsley smiled and cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to look at herself. “What do you have to be sorry for? It’s not that you did it.”