"Dr. Jones..." The doctor next to him hesitated as this was clearly inhumane..
No conscientious doctor would want to torture a ntal patient like this.
Dexter was a ntal patient, but he was also a human being.
They looked away but didn’t dare to speak up.
In Huma Psychiatric Hospital, apart from the dean, Peter had the most power and Influence. Not to ntion, Peter was the dean’s son–in–law. No one dared to defy or question him.
Peter glanced coldly at the doctor. "This kind of experintal data is hard to co by."
I held Dexter’s hand tightly and glared angrily at Peter. "You’re the real monster."
Peter just looked at with an inscrutable expression.
On the side, Damien seed to understand that sothing was wrong with Dexter. "Dr. Jones, you just need to take Dexter back as soon as possible. There’s no need to..."
"Damien," Juliet interjected with teary eyes as she saw Damien wanting to intervene. "Damien, when Dexter goes crazy, it’s too scary. Let’s not interfere. The doctor must have his reasons."
Damien frowned and subconsciously glanced at .
He seed to want to beg him. It looked like he would continue to speak for as long as I begged him.
But I didn’t. I just held Dexter’s hand tightly. "Can you hold on? Let’s go ho?"
Dexter’s breathing beca heavier, and his eyes gradually lost focus.
He was like a walking corpse, numb and soulless.
The chemical drugs could imprison his soul and paralyze his body....
Peter raised the corners of his mouth, knowing that the drugs had taken effect.
"Dexter, co here," he spoke again.
His voice held a hint of excitent, as if he was conducting so kind of bizarre experint.
Dexter’s body stiffened for a mont. His brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to endure and resist sothing.
He released the hand that had been protecting ..
At that mont, I couldn’t hold back my tears... I hugged him helplessly, not wanting him to be controlled by the drugs but knowing there was nothing I could do. This wasn’t his intention.
"Dexter, push her away and co back with ," Peter said again.
Dexter pushed away and walked forward.
The doctors from the psychiatric hospital let out a sigh of relief.
It seed there was nothing special after all, just that he was a bit more resistant to drugs than the average patient.
Peter raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, provoking even more with his gaze. "Damien, watch out for her."
He was warning Damien to keep an eye on .
Damien ca forward, trying to take my hand. "Sophia, Dexter should go back and continue his treatnt."
"Do you know what Europeans considered the most effective treatnt for ntal patients in the mid- 20th century?" Peter turned back, intentionally provoking .
I clenched my fists tightly.
"Lobotomy..." Peter pointed to his brain.
"Peter! I’ll kill you!" I lost control and rushed at him. At that mont, I really wanted to kill him.
Damien wrapped his arms around , trapping in his embrace. "Sophia! Calm down!"
I knew Peter was provoking . He didn’t have the right to perform such surgery on Dexter, but I was still afraid...
These people’s fearlessness would make them disregard the law.
Suddenly, I understood what Dexter had said before. We could run away, but we couldn’t escape forever.
Sophia...
The escape he ntioned and the enemy he feared... Perhaps it was not humans but these chemical drugs that could control the human body, nerves, and cells.
Just like how no one could resist anesthetics, not even wild animals.
"Sophia, he’s a ntal patient. He should stay in the asylum. Don’t let him out to harm others," Juliet said with a cold smile, mocking as if she had won.
Probably because I was agitated, I pushed Damien away, and my breathing beca rapid.
My mind went blank once again...
As before, when I regained consciousness, everyone looked at in fear.
My hands were so painful they went numb, and they kept shaking uncontrollably.
I had smashed glass, letting the glass shards cut into my hands.
I stood there with blood covering my hands. My voice was trembling as I called out to Dexter. "Dexter... let’s go ho."
He was following Peter numbly but stopped in his tracks after slling the blood.
If protecting was his instinct, would he beco more lucid if I hard myself?
"Sophia" Damien looked at in panic, urgently calling for Angel to bring the dical kit.
I frantically pushed Damien away and picked up the glass shard from the floor. ’Dexter! Let’s go ho!"
Just as I was about to stab my neck with the glass shard, Dexter’s hand suddenly lifted and grabbed the bloodied glass from my hand.
"Psycho! Both of them are psychos... " Juliet retreated in fear and fell down to the ground, fainting from the shock
Her forehead was bleeding
Only then did I realize I had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the glass.
"Ms. Turner" the butler exclaid.
Damien didn’t have ti to think about it. He rushed over to check on Juliet’s condition.
I didn’t care whether Juliet lived or died. My hands trembled as I held Dexter’s face, my forehead pressed against his, speaking softly, "Dexter, let’s go ho..."
Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He stared at Dexter and with cold eyes. Then, he laughed maniacally.
Outside the courtyard, a car screeched to a halt. Zion, Violette, and Eason had arrived.
Eason saw Dexter and with blood on our hands and angrily pulled out a docunt. "Jake has dropped the charge. Dexter only got violent because he was provoked!"
"We don’t believe that Dexter lacks the ability to control his actions. He’s still a natural person. His guardian will decide whether he stays or leaves!"
I breathed a sigh of relief. They were finally here...
I had sent Zion a distress ssage when we were coming downstairs.
I hadn’t expected Eason to co to help Dexter...
"Sophia..." Violette rushed over in panic, looking at my hands.
I smiled at her and shook my head.
We had finally... won for once.
Before Peter arrogantly took Dexter away, our helpers had arrived.
Peter looked at coldly, his smile still playing on his lips as if to tell that we could never escape.
"That lunatic gave him so kinds of drugs," I whispered.
Eason got furious and punched Peter. "It seems you’re the one who needs ntal treatnt. Who allowed you to drug him?"
Peter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing coldly. "If you think the use of drugs is unreasonable, feel free to report to the Health Commission or other departnts."
Eason gritted his teeth. "Of course, I’ll report you."
Peter laughed and left confidently.
He was confident that all his actions and treatnts were reasonable.
"Dexter, let’s go ho..." I took Dexter’s hand.
He looked dazed but obediently followed like a puppet.
"Sophia!" Damien was holding Juliet as he rushed to the hospital, but he anxiously shouted my na, hoping I wouldn’t leave with Dexter.
"Take care of yourself and the woman in your arms. Next ti, I won’t just use her head to break the glass, "I warned coldly, leading Dexter into the car.
"Hey, I heard that these drugs can make people obedient and do whatever they’re told," Eason said excitedly as he got in the car, looking at Dexter with great interest. "Dexter, you’ve been drugged. Be a good boy and call ’Master’."
I looked at Eason with a headache, tolerating him only because he had just punched Peter. But he had gone too far. While Dexter was unconscious, he tried to pinch Dexter’s face.
"I’ve always been jealous of you, genius. You’re so handso. Let , your master, touch you a bit," Eason muttered. "This opportunity won’t co again."
Suddenly, Eason’s screams filled the car as Dexter fiercely bit Eason’s hand, refusing to let go as if he had gone mad.
I was startled and quickly tried to pry Dexter’s jaw open. "Dexter, be good. If you keep biting, his finger will break..."
Eason cried out in pain, cursing under his breath, "Damn it! Did Peter give him expired drugs? Let go! Dexter, you damn...!"
"Okay, okay, you’re my master! Dexter, I was wrong! Let go, Master!"
I felt pity for Dexter, but Eason’s words made laugh. I found myself laughing even as tears stread down my face.
This ti, we had won. But what about the next?
I held Dexter tightly.
How could I protect Dexter better?
Suddenly, a large truck sped out of an alley, heading straight for us.
At that mont, Dexter’s stiff body suddenly wrapped around protectively.
My breathing quickened as my consciousness began to fade.
Protecting ... had beco Dexter’s instinct.
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