Chapter 1015
The woman with dissociative identity disorder was named Patricia. In the past few days, she had been bound by her family, deceived by a fraudster, and subjected to fire. The fraudster claimed he would whip the demons out of her and then lashed her countless times. She barely clung to life, and those erratic personalities naturally calmed down. Betty thought the exorcism had worked and paid the money. The fraudster took the money and ran away.
Betty was the first to notice something was wrong with Patricia. She immediately took Patricia to the hospital, where it was discovered that many of the whip wounds on Patricia's body were infected.
When Betty tried to contact the fraudster again, the number had been disconnected. She called the police, but without a photo or the real name of the fraudster, it was very difficult to investigate.
The money that was scammed was the last of the family's savings. Patricia's parents felt desperate and considered using the remaining money to buy some food they usually couldn't afford and then ending their lives.
At that moment, the church called. They learned that a kind person was willing to help Patricia get treatment from the renowned expert without any medical fees. Betty and her family, at their wits' end, didn't care whether it was true or not. After all, they had no choices.
The afternoon Stella returned to North Alabama, a professor of Psychology made an overseas call. He was aware of Patricia's recent ordeal and introduced himself first. He was Hubert, a well-known professor of Psychology.
After confirming Hubert's impressive background, Betty's hope finally appeared.
Then, Betty and Hubert scheduled a consultation. For Patricia's convenience, Hubert had already prepared to bring his team to Armie.
Betty was extremely grateful. She immediately took a bath, changed into clean clothes, cooked Patricia's favorite soup, and hurried to the hospital.
When she reached the inpatient building, a weary, vacant-eyed woman about Betty's age walked out.
"Betty, why do you look so refreshed?" Angela greeted Betty.
"It's about what we discussed yesterday." Betty's eyes reddened, and she said, "This time, we've really met a kind person!"
Angela was stunned for a moment, then said, "Betty, you've already been deceived once. I think it's best not to bother anymore. I don't plan to treat Amy. I'll just lock the door, give her enough food and water, and that will be enough for her to live."
Amy was Angela's daughter, who was only nineteen years old this year, suffering from a hereditary mental illness. Angela's family situation was far worse than Patricia's. They had no money left.
"No, this time, it's not a fraudster!" Betty said, showing Angela the information she had found about Hubert.
"Hubert, Professor of Psychology at Diamond Ridge Institute," Angela slowly read the introduction.
Betty took back her phone. "I'm in a hurry to bring soup to Patricia. I won't talk to you now."
Angela nodded. She wanted to say something more, but Betty hurried away.
Angela stood there, her face pale, like a character in a black-and-white TV show.
'How utterly foolish,' Angela thought, glancing at Betty's retreating figure.
No wonder Betty was scammed out of over a hundred thousand dollars; she was too quick to believe things she found online.
Angela pondered what kind of tool she should buy to lock Amy in the house. Amy had become very strong, and if she broke free and hurt someone, it would be Angela who would suffer. Also, she thought she would have to give Amy less food in the future.
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