Chapter 585
"I can't seem to reach you," Megan declared, turning her gaze towards Joseph. "Joseph, we must attend to her. You've experienced this affliction yourself, you understand the perils of mental illness."
Cassie observed as Joseph fell into deep thought, an unexpected wave of apprehension washing over her.
"Very well, let's administer temporary treatment for now. We can place her under the care of a mental health specialist. If her condition deteriorates, we can consider transferring her to a psychiatric hospital," Joseph proposed, his words hanging in the air as he turned on his heel and departed.
"Joseph, wait!" Cassie strained to rise from her bed, but as soon as her feet grazed the floor, a sharp pain shot through her, causing her to crumple to the ground.
Lifting her gaze, she could only see the retreating silhouette of Joseph, his demeanor icy and detached.
Megan, a smirk playing on her lips, leaned in to whisper, "I'll consult with the doctors. Your illness will only worsen, and the prospect of a psychiatric hospital is the only foreseeable future for you."
"Megan, you should die," Cassie's thoughts seemed to fracture.
But she was unable to rise, and in a fit of rage, she sank her teeth into Megan's thigh.
Upon hearing Megan's cry of pain, Joseph, who had paused and turned back, rushed over and forcefully kicked Cassie away.
His foot struck her shoulder.
Cassie's head crashed into the metal bed frame behind her, her body wracked with pain, threatening to give way at any moment.
Biting back the pain, she forced her head up to see Joseph anxiously examining Megan's leg. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, thank goodness you returned," Megan replied, her arms tightly wound around Joseph's neck.
"It's okay now, I'm here," Joseph murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. As he lifted his gaze to meet Cassie's, his handsome features twisted into a look of revulsion.
"You claim you're not ill, but it's clear to me that you're gravely unwell. If your illness remains untreated, you shouldn't be allowed to pose a threat to others," Joseph admonished, his tone severe. He left without a backward glance.
"I'm not ill, I'm not ill," Cassie repeated, struggling to crawl towards the door in a futile attempt to escape.
Soon, security guards arrived and promptly escorted her to the psychiatric ward. The room held a solitary bed, tucked away in a corner against the wall. A small, high window, impossible to climb out of, and a reduced-size iron door were the room's only features.
Cassie pounded on the door for what felt like an eternity, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Finally, drained from her efforts, she collapsed onto the bed, curling into a tight ball.
The room was stifling, devoid of a fan or air conditioning.
Soon, the oppressive heat began to take its toll on Cassie, pushing her towards the brink of unconsciousness.
In her delirium, she was vaguely aware of someone entering the room to administer an injection.
Cassie summoned the last of her strength to resist.
But her efforts were in vain as she was forcibly pinned to the bed.
The needle pierced Cassie's skin, the sensation causing hot tears to spill down her cheeks.
Cassie's mind was a whirl of confusion and despair.
She felt as though she was teetering on the edge of madness.
She was consumed by hatred.
What had she done in her past life to deserve falling in love with the devil incarnate, Joseph, in this life?
Cassie had once naively dreamed of remaining by Joseph's side, her presence serving as his cure, sparing him from the fate of a psychiatric hospital.
Joseph didn't go. Instead, he had sent her here.
'Joseph. Megan.
'Even if I become a ghost one day, I will not let you escape unscathed.'
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