NovelEnglishChapter 725
Jack's expression darkened further.
Cooper snapped out of his shock and opened up the small table by the edge of the bed and slid it
toward Genevieve after placing her breakfast on it.
“You haven't eaten for days. Have some food first.”
“Hmm, I am hungry.” Nathalia did not seem to have the intention to budge as she said lazily, “Feed
me.”
Cooper was stumped. However, he opened up the box of food as requested.
Jack suddenly lurched forward and pushed Cooper out of the way. He dragged Nathalia out of the bed
forcefully. Losing her balance, Nathalia almost stumbled to the ground. Jack carried her and stormed
out of the private ward.
He headed for the psychiatrist's office, placed her on the hospital bed, and demanded, “Something is
not right with her. Please check her out.”
The psychiatrist knew who Jack was and dared not offend him. Hence, he asked the nurse to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtreschedule his other patients.
He then brought Nathalia to the diagnosis room and asked her in private, “You said you are Nathalia,
Genevieve's sister. Do you remember how old are you?”
“We're twins.” Nathalia crossed her legs and leaned against the couch.
The doctor winced at her reply and jotted it down in his notebook.
Over the course of the next hour, the psychiatrist asked Nathalia a myriad of questions in a gentle tone,
to which she answered accordingly.
He tried to entrap her so that Nathalia would take the bait and fall under his hypnosis.
However, the woman just would not fall for any of his attempts.
“Doctor, I've seen right through your tricks.” Nathalia was tired of keeping up an appearance after
beating around the bush with the doctor for ten minutes. She propped her chin and smiled at the
doctor. “Do you want to give it a try by using a clock or an incense stick?”
The psychiatrist was rendered speechless.
Nathalia folded her legs the other way round, crisscrossed her hands, and placed them on her
abdomen. “Since you're the head of the department here, and judging by your age, you should have
been in his field for a long time. I believe you have met all kinds of patients, no? When our mother was
pregnant with us, the nutrients that my sister and I had were limited. So, Genevieve devoured me in
order to survive.”
The psychiatrist kept his head lowered as he scribbled notes. “And then?”
“Genevieve ate me, so the two of us merged into one.” The smile on Nathalia's face faltered. “I
watched as Mom and Dad doted on her, as did Cooper when she was growing up. I watched her make
friends, get married, and everything else, as she lived her life while I'm stuck in this small and
suffocating room, unable to do anything about it. I grew jealous of her. I wanted to grow up too. I
wanted to feel what it was like to be doted on by Mom and Dad. I wanted to have a boyfriend of my
own, but no matter how hard I tried, my efforts were in vain.”
Then, she paused for a moment, as if recalling something. “Oh, right. One day, I noticed that the door
to my small room was open. I knew that I could finally have my escape. However, when I was about to
step out of it, the door was slammed shut in my face. If no one had saved Genevieve that day, I would
have been free,” she said wistfully and paused.
Then, she regained her composure and continued, “I thought I would forever be doomed to be confined
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmin the small room. But that door opened up again yesterday,” Nathalia smiled. "I was finally able to step
out of it this time. I saw the sun shining brightly, and Genevieve who was basking in its glory...”
The psychiatrist's pen paused for a moment and had a hunch of what was going on. “So, you locked
your sister inside the small room?”
“Of course.”
There was a hidden camera on the vase placed on the cabinet right opposite the couch where Nathalia
was sitting.
Jack and Cooper could listen to every single word exchanged between the psychiatrist and Nathalia.
In fact, she was not sitting on a normal couch either. There was an implanted heart rate detector on the
armrest that could be used to infer if someone was lying.
Nathalia had her arms rested on the armrest the whole time. However, Jack noticed that her heart rate
had been normal—seventy- five to eighty beats per minute.
Her heartbeat had maintained at the normal resting heart rate throughout the whole exchange. This
meant that she was not lying.
The psychiatrist excused himself to the restroom, when in fact he headed to the treatment room next to
the diagnosis room and tactfully said to Jack, “I have treated patients like Ms. Rachford before. This is
known as a dissociative personality disorder. Multiple distinct personalities could emerge in the
patient's mind, each with their own model of thoughts.”
Cooper asked, “What causes dissociative personality disorder?”
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