Chapter 510
“What secret?” Nathalie turned back to face Greta, curiosity piqued.
Greta’s eyes, peering through the gauze, were like dark voids, fixed intently on Nathan. There was a mix of mockery and menace in her gaze.
Nathan looked shaken, but the trembling hand hidden in his sleeve gave away his anxiety.
Greta spoke deliberately, “Nathalie, what if I told you that you and Cameron were never meant to drift apart? That someone intentionally used shady tactics to drive a wedge between you two. Would you believe me?”
Everyone around was taken aback.
Cameron, visibly upset, exclaimed, “No wonder you were like a different person after you went abroad. You seemed to despise me. But I swear, I didn’t do anything wrong. Nathalie, could there be some misunderstanding?”
Nathan kept his head down, his face unreadable, though his guilt was obvious.
After a brief pause, Nathalie scoffed, “Cameron, you might want to get her a psychiatrist. She’s been talking gibberish all day; maybe she’s having a breakdown.”
She grabbed Nathan’s hand, “Let’s get out of here.”
From behind, Greta called out, “Nathalie, you’ll regret ignoring me. Trust me, there’s something off about Nathan’s background…”
Cameron thought Greta’s claims were getting more ludicrous. Nathan’s background was an open book. The Rowlands were billionaires, the McCoys were politicians; he was the offspring of a powerful union. How could there be anything wrong with that?
“Enough,” Cameron said sternly to Greta.
Greta squirmed on the bed like a worm, “None of you believe me, but I’m telling the truth.”
Cameron said, “Calm down. I’ll have the doctor check on you soon. You need to cooperate. If there’s something wrong, medication can help.”
“Why won’t you believe me?” Greta’s voice cracked.
Cameron replied, “Every patient with mental issues thinks they’re perfectly fine.”
In a psychiatric office at the hospital, a man stood authoritatively before the doctor, handing over a diamond card. “The money on this card guarantees your financial freedom for life. My boss just wants you to give a false diagnosis…”
“I can’t accept this. He’s done so much for me. Even without any incentive, I would help him without hesitation…”
“Tak
- it.
It’s an order.”
“Understood.”
Shortly after, a renowned psychiatric expert entered Greta’s room.
Seeing him, Greta resisted fiercely, “Cameron, I’m not sick. Please, send them away…”
Cameron said, “We’ll know for sure after the examination.”
Greta sighed, defeated.
The doctor started the routine assessment, “Mrs. Dawson, we’ll begin with a psychological test…”
Noticing Greta’s bandaged hands, he offered, “It seems you’re unable to write, so just speak your answers, and my assistant will note them down for you.”
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Greta reluctantly nodded.
The psychological assessment took just half an hour. But once finished, the doctor’s expression grew serious.
“Your scores are low across several areas social interaction, insomnia, poor appetite, fatigue… These are all classic symptoms of mental health issues. The initial diagnosis indicates that Mrs. Dawson’s mental state is indeed unstable.”
Cameron, having witnessed many of Greta’s odd behaviors, silently agreed with the doctor, unaware that the diagnosis overlooked Greta’s physical condition. Given her illness, such symptoms were to be expected.
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