Chapter 354 Patricia's Feigned Madness and Her Escape Attempt
(Revised)
Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Patricia broke free from his grasp, seizing athe knife and slashing wildly at him, her movements chaotic and without pattern.
"Hunter, I'm going to kill you…"!"
Hunter didn't have time to think, he just barely dodgeding her furious assault.
"Patricia, calm down,. lLet's talk this out,; there's no need for violence…"."
Sadly, his pleas seemed to have no effect on Patricia.
She chased him around the room with the knife, relentlessly.
Hunter couldn't bring himself to hurt her,; he could only frantically try to evade, and eventually. Eventually, he bolted from the room, pullingshutting the door shut tight behind him to prevent Patricia from following.
Patricia kept stabbing the solid wood door with her knife. "Hunter, let me out! I'll send you to hell! Open the door!"
"Hunter, let me out, I'm going to kill you, open the door…"
The force in Patricia's hands neverdidn't waned as she pierced the door over and overrepeatedly with a thirty-centimeterthe foot-long blade, at times pushing the sharp tip through to the other side.
Looking at the knife tip protruding through the door sentHunter felt a chill crawl down Hunter'shis spine.
He barely hardly dared to imagine what might have happened if his reflexes hadn't kicked in after, sensing that something was off. By now, he might very well have been lying dead at Patricia's handsfeet.
And what's more horrifying was that Patricia kept pullingpulled the knife back only to thrust it forward again, over and over.
then repeated the process. A perfectly good solid door was being turned into a makeshift beehive.
Just as it looked like the door might give way, the servants from Hawthorn Hill, hearingcame running, alerted by the commotion, came running.. They froze at the scene before themstopped a small distance away.
Hunter barked, "What are you waiting for? ?" Hunter said. "I'll let her out, and then it's on you to subdue her."
The maids were quick to nod, their expression one of completelooking helplessness.
Under Hunter's intense gaze, the men steeled themselves and agreed to the plancarry out his order.
Hunter counted off with three fingers, "On my count: one, two, three—"
As he said the last number, heHe swung open the door.
, and Patricia burst out immediately, still, screaming those same words.
, "I'll kill you,! I'll kill you…"!"
But asAs she stepped through the doorway, one of the men – wieldingpulled out a golf club that seemed to come from out of nowhere –and swung hard at theher knife-wielding hand clutching the pocket knife.
"Oof…"
A. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her wrist, her fingers before she lost their grip, and the knife clattered to the floor.
The others immediately rushed over and subdued Patriciaher.
Oblivious to ther pain in her wrists, Patricia wailed and struggled as if possessed.like a maniac. Her clothes became a tattered mess, and knots marred her once-neat hair, giving her the wild look of a madwoman.
. Blood dripped rhythmically from her wrists, creating a macabre metronome on the floor.
Hunter's heart twisted in agony. In a reflex of anger, he slapped the butler who had earlier aimedhit her with a golf club at her.
"How dare you lay your hands on her? You think you can hit her and get away with it?"
With that, heHe delivered a fierce kick to the butler's abdomen, sending him flying several feet away.
"Get the doctor, now!"
Taking Hunter's order to heart, the butler immediately scampered downstairs to make the call.
Watching the frenzied Patricia, Hunter's heart ached unbearably. He had no intention of being rough with her, but her struggle was so intense, and that the servants had to use considerable strength to restrain her, bruising her arms in the process.
Bruises mottled her exposed arms, a deep purple testament to the ordeal.
Left with no choice, Hunter wrapped her gently in a blanket and reluctantly tied it with a rope to prevent her from hurting herself or anyone else.
Even bound hand and foot, Patricia was relentless, staring venomously at Hunter, her eyes a furious shade of red as if she wished to flay him alive.
Her gaze pierced straight through Hunter's heart.
"Do you really hate me that much?" he said.
Without hesitation, Patricia screamed, "Yes, I hate you! !" Patricia said. "I wish to cut you to pieces, flay your skin, drink your blood, and feed your flesh to the dogs…"!"
Her words were like sword thrusts, lacerating Hunter's soul. Tears slowly trailed down his usually arrogant and prideful face.
After a while, the doctor finally arrived.
The initial plan was to perform a physical examination on Patricia, but given her agitated state and lack of lucidity, it was impossible. They had to settle for a sedative.
The sedative worked quickly.
Before long, Patricia fell into a deep, uneasy sleep.
Hunter, with a pained countenance, asked through clenched teeth, "What in the world is wrong with her? Why did she suddenly go berserk with a knife? Why couldn't anyone restrain her?"
The doctor's expression was grave as he inquired,. "Has the ladyshe exhibited any unusual behavior recently?"
Hunter, puzzled, asked, "What do you mean?"
"Such as being "Like, if she's been in a very low spirit."
Hunter was at a loss, his confusion evident.
Ever since. Since Patricia had beenwas brought here, she had been in a deep funk.
"She won'tThe doctor continued. "Or she refuses to go out, preferring to lock herself away in her room alone."
Hunter just gave a puzzled look.
It had been the same ever since Patricia's arrival; she'd been behaving this way.
"Bursting. Perhaps suddenly bursting into tears out of nowhere?"
Hunter was again at a loss.
"In, and in extreme cases, she's even harmed herselfcausing self-harm."
Hunter's alarmed expression said it all.
When Patricia was first confined here, self-harm had definitely been an issue.
However, after discovering the babyies inside her waswere still alive, she ceased the violent behavior.
The doctor had observed his silence and the change in his demeanor, and spokeObserving him, the doctor said gravely, "I suspect, sir, that what we're seeing is a psychotic break brought on by depression."
"What?" Hunter was taken abacksaid, grabbing the doctor by the shoulders,. "Say that again?"."
Though theThe doctor winced in pain from Hunter's tight grip, hebut didn't dare utter a sound and bravely clarifiedcomplain.
"MadamYour wife has likely been suffering from depression for some time, sir. It appears it went unnoticed by you, which delayed treatment. As a result, her condition worsened, leading to a psychological disturbance."
Hunter's face turned ashen, and he Hunter released his hold, devastatedpale.
"Depression, a psychotic break..."
He…" he muttered to himself, haunted by the words.
After all, wasn't it depression that droveWasn't Patricia's mother driven by depression to leap to her death?
Recently, he had indeed noticed that Patricia was unusually quiet, sometimes muttering to herself or laughing at nothing.
He had thought she was shutting herself away, blaming him for the death of their newborn twins, not wanting anything to do with him.
But, but it turned out to be the horrific specter of depression.
"Sir, I recommend you take your wife to the hospital for a thorough examination. If it isit's indeed a mental illness, immediate intervention is crucial to avoid missing the optimal window for treatment. There's still a chance for recovery if it's caught early."
"Okay!. I got it!"."
The doctor handed Hunter a box of sedatives, "Give her one of these if she has another episode."
Staring at," the medication the doctor had givensaid, offering him, Hunter's eyes reddened a box of sedatives.
As Hunter stared at it, his hands clenched and unclenched into fists. He loosened them, then clenched again, and after several cyclesAfter a few moments, he finally took the medicine from the doctorreluctantly accepted it.
Once the doctor left, Hunter remained seated by the bed, steadfastly watching over Patricia.
Gazing at Seeing her frail and, haggard face, his heart twisted in agony.ached. His large hand tenderly caressed her cheek, a sourness tightening in his throat.
"Why?"
"Why are you so stubborn?"
You just won't forget Martin.
? If only you would consentagree to hypnosis, and accept the new identity I've arrangedcreated for you, how couldthen you wouldn't be in this state?
. What is it about Martin that has you so completely devoted?, unable to forget him?"
In the dead of night.
, Hunter, exhausted, fell asleep across the bed.
Patricia, in her deep slumber, slowly opened her eyes and gazed silently at the moon throughoutside the window. Tears began to moisten her eyes.
'Martin, Charles, Randy, Fannie, you must wait for me.
I'll find a way back.'
Wait for me...
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