Chapter 367 Hypnosis
Leo paused and said, "Dude knows how to hypnotize."
Isabella's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly thought of what had just gone down. She muttered, "Wait, was Quentin trying to hypnotize me outside Elodie's room earlier?"
No wonder she was so out of it. One second she was fine, and the next, her mind was slipping away.
Seeing Isabella's face go pale, Leo coughed lightly and said, "I'm not totally sure; it's just a hunch."
"No way!" Isabella shook her head.
Given how she felt at the time, it was pretty likely Quentin had hypnotized her. If Leo hadn't barged in, she might not have snapped out of it so fast.
Just a bit earlier, Quentin had mentioned he studied psychology. Hypnosis was a big part of that.
But what Isabella couldn't wrap her head around was why Quentin would dare to hypnotize her in broad daylight? Plus, he didn't seem to do anything; he just stared at her for a few seconds. Could she really have been hypnotized that easily?
In Isabella's mind, she didn't know much about hypnosis. She'd only seen it on TV, where it usually needed some kind of setup and time. For Quentin to hypnotize her so easily, he must be really good at it. And why did he want to hypnotize her? What was his deal?
"Isabella, Isabella?" Leo's eyes showed a hint of concern. "You okay?"
Isabella snapped back to reality. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Leo. I gotta go now. Take care, and I'll visit when I can."
"Alright." Leo nodded and saw her to the door.
Watching Isabella walk away, Leo finally looked away, a trace of worry in his eyes.
Leaving the hospital, Isabella headed straight to the Landon Group.
Because of the hypnosis thing, she still felt uneasy and couldn't make sense of it, so she thought of talking to Seb about it.
While waiting for the elevator, Isabella was still thinking about what happened at the hospital. The recent string of events had her feeling pretty freaked out. It'd be best to sort out Elodie's situation ASAP.
The elevator doors opened, and two people walked out.
Isabella looked up and bumped right into the person in front of her.
"Dr. Finn?" Isabella was stunned for a moment. Then she asked, "Is Seb okay?"
Marvin smiled at her. "Mr. Landon is fine. Don't worry."
Marvin arrived empty-handed, a bandage on his nose, while Bradley, trailing behind him, carried a medical kit.
Isabella asked, "Then what's up?"
Marvin explained with a smile, "It's Jack."
Isabella asked, "What's wrong with Jack?"
Marvin said, "Jack is sick."
"What's wrong with him?" Isabella frowned. "He seemed perfectly fine when I saw him this morning."
"It's a private matter," Bradley, standing behind Marvin, suddenly spoke.
Isabella looked at him.
Bradley was a young guy, about her age. He wasn't very tall; his appearance was average. He'd been standing quietly behind Marvin, barely noticeable. Now that he spoke, Isabella took a closer look at him.
First impressions often came from looks. At first glance, Isabella felt a bit put off by this guy.
It was a weird vibe. Bradley's features were soft, but he didn't have that chill, comfy aura Marvin had.
"This is Dr. Bradley Vaughn, my student," Marvin introduced, "And this is Ms. Miller; she was also Mrs. Landon."
Bradley nodded slightly. "Hey, Mrs. Landon."
Isabella nodded back. "You just said Jack has what?"
"Mr. Brown has a private matter," Bradley said calmly, his tone always flat.
Isabella coughed awkwardly. "Since it's private, I won't pry. Is he okay?"
Bradley shook his head. "It's not a big deal."
Isabella said, "That's good."
Marvin jumped in at the right moment, "If there's nothing else, we'll be going."
With that, Marvin quickly pulled Bradley away.
"Dr. Finn, hold up a sec," Isabella called after them.
Marvin and Bradley turned back. "What's up?"
Isabella glanced at Bradley, thinking that since he was Marvin's student, it shouldn't be a big deal. She asked, "Dr. Finn, do you know how to hypnotize?"
Marvin's heart skipped a beat, wondering if Isabella had found out about Seb's treatment. But didn't Jack say they kept this from Isabella from the start?
"A little bit. Why?" Marvin asked cautiously.
Before confirming whether Isabella knew, he couldn't spill anything. If he let something slip and Seb found out, Seb would probably tear him apart.
Isabella asked, "I wanted to ask, how do you usually hypnotize people?"
"It requires some tools," Marvin answered briefly, then asked, "Why the sudden interest?"
"I'm just curious," Isabella deflected, "I've been watching this TV show where the main guy is a super skilled hypnotist. He doesn't need any tools; just a few seconds of eye contact and boom, they're hypnotized. I found it hard to believe. Since I ran into you, I thought I'd ask if it's possible to hypnotize someone that easily, just with eye contact?"
"How is that possible?" Marvin almost immediately shot back, "What kind of scripts are these writers coming up with? They're just making stuff up!"
Isabella asked, "So it's almost impossible?"
"It's not almost impossible; it's completely impossible!" Marvin waved his hand. "These TV shows are all nonsense. If it were that easy, it wouldn't be hypnosis; it would be witchcraft!"
"Really?" Isabella murmured, "But what if someone could actually do it?"
Marvin said, "Then they must have used some other means, not just hypnosis."
Other means? Isabella frowned, deep in thought. What could it be?
Thinking back carefully to the situation at the time, Quentin didn't seem to do anything. His behavior was completely normal.
Marvin glanced at Isabella with a hint of concern. "The script is just the result of the writers' whims, often lacking any sense of intelligence. Just watch it for entertainment and don't let it mess with your head."
"Okay." Isabella nodded, her smile a bit forced.
Marvin paused and asked, "By the way, which TV show are you watching? I'll check it out when I have time."
After watching, he could make a critique video online for his millions of followers. Critiquing from a professional perspective would definitely go viral!
Isabella was taken aback. "I forgot the name of the show."
"Well, I should go. Bye." Isabella, afraid of being exposed, quickly left.
