Chapter 163
Mandy's heart skipped a beat, realizing her freak-out might've made Michael suspicious. She squeezed her hands tight, took a deep breath, and shook her head. "No, I'm just a bit worried."
"Worried about what?" Michael's eyes stayed locked on her.
Mandy put on a worried face. "I'm scared the doctor will lock me up. You know, like in those TV shows where they always lock up people with DID. Michael, will they lock me up too?" She clung to his sleeve.
Michael's doubts eased a bit, and he gently stroked her hair. "No, TV shows are just made-up stuff. Doctors will just help you out; they won't lock you up."
"Really?" Mandy's eyes still showed a hint of worry.
Michael nodded. "Really, don't stress."
"Okay, if you say so, I feel better. Michael, I need to hit the restroom." Mandy let go of his sleeve and forced a reassuring smile.
Michael nodded. "Go ahead."
Mandy turned and walked into the restroom. As soon as she shut the door, her face turned serious. She sat on the toilet lid, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number.
The call was quickly answered. Gregory, sounding worn out from surgery, said, "Hey Mandy, what's up?"
"Gregory, I need your help," Mandy said in a low, urgent tone.
Gregory's eyes flickered slightly. "What's going on? Is it about Rachel being pregnant?"
"No. Right now, I'm most worried about myself. Michael's set me up to see a psychologist. But I'm not sick at all, what if the doctor figures me out?" Mandy's face was full of anxiety.
If Michael had given her a heads-up, she could've cozied up to the doctor and got him on her side. But now, this sudden plan had her scrambling.
"So you want me to help you convince the psychologist to diagnose you with DID, right?" Gregory got her drift and adjusted his glasses.
Mandy nodded quickly. "Exactly, Gregory, please help me figure something out."
"That's not too hard," Gregory said, leaning back in his chair. "When you see the psychologist, they'll probably try to bring out your alternate personality. You need to put on a good show."
"A show?" Mandy frowned.
"Yeah, act like a villain. Make your alternate personality seem like someone who really hates Rachel. Create that scene."
"Will that work?" Mandy bit her lip. "I can fool Michael, but can I really trick the psychologist? They're trained to spot lies."
A sharp glint flashed in Gregory's eyes. "Don't worry, just give it your best shot, and I'll handle the rest."
With no other choice, Mandy reluctantly decided to trust him. "Alright, got it." She pursed her lips.
Gregory asked, "By the way, do you know who this psychologist Michael found is?"
"I have no idea." Mandy frowned.
"Then find out and let me know," Gregory said calmly.
"Okay." Mandy nodded.
After the call ended, she took a deep breath, stood up, flushed the toilet, and pretended she had just finished using the restroom as she opened the door and walked out.
"Michael, what are you up to?" Mandy found Michael glued to the computer screen.
After calling out a few times, Michael finally looked up. "Nothing." He quickly closed the webpage.
Mandy forced a smile. "You mentioned the psychologist you found for me is on the way to Summit Ridge District. Is he not local?"
"I brought him in from abroad." Michael took a sip of the iced coffee on the table.
Mandy's eyes flickered. "From abroad? He must be top-notch. Who is it?"
Michael didn't think much and said directly, "Harold Rogers."
Mandy noted the name, planning to inform Gregory later.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. David came in to remind, "Mr. Smith, you promised to have dinner with Mr. Anderson yesterday. It's almost time."
"Prepare the car," Michael ordered.
Mandy put down her phone. "Michael, are you heading out for a social engagement now?"
"Yeah, I'll drop you off on the way," Michael said.
On their way to the Brown Manor, they passed by TriStar Corporation, where a group of young girls were gathered, registering information.
"What's going on there?" Michael asked curiously.
David explained, "TriStar Corporation put out a message looking for the owner of a special necklace. These girls are probably trying their luck."
Michael squinted and thought, 'Rachel has a necklace like that. Could it be the same one?'
He pulled out his phone, visited the TriStar Corporation website, and saw a message with a photo attached. The necklace in the photo looked very similar to Rachel's.
Sure enough, the "special necklace" was the one Rachel always wore, and the one in the photo belonged to Charlotte, part of a mother-daughter set.
But it was strange. Rachel's necklace should have disappeared over twenty years ago with Grace's death. The Brown family didn't know Henry had kept it, so why were they still searching for it?
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