Colin chuckled softly, but it was a sarcastic smile.
“Hansel Saddler, aren’t you the one who’s faking your symptoms? Since you can’t make sense of Melissa’s patient records, let me walk you through it.
“She suffered from severe depression after her miscarriage five years ago. Have you noticed the scars on her wrist and her neck? Do you have any idea how much suffering she’s been through?
“However, she refused to be warded because she needed to look after you. Every smile she put on for you hurt her more.
“I’m more surprised that you faked your depression. I really feel sorry for Melissa. She’s getting treated abroad. I’d advise you not to harass her, unless you want her to die.”
Colin’s harsh words drove a knife into Hansel’s heart.
Hansel stood there, frozen and speechless. He nearly could not breathe from the heartbreak.
Memories of my lifeless eyes flashed across his mind.
He wondered, “When did Mel lose her spark?”
After what felt like an eternity, he finally croaked, “Will she get better? How long will that take?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Her recovery might take anywhere from one to ten years. Regardless, your presence is toxic for her.”
Hansel couldn’t remember how he wandered out of Colin’s office. He looked like a zombie. There was a vacant look in his eyes.
Giselle was startled by his appearance. She grabbed him and cooed, “Hansel, where did you go? The baby and I missed you so
much.”
But he did not seem to hear her at all. He ruthlessly shook her off, ignoring her as she flailed and wailed on the ground. He
showed no reaction whatsoever.
