Classic Novel
Chapter 640
But when Hanna looked at the door caged in iron bars, the windows sealed shut, and the bed chained down, her legs buckled beneath her in sheer terror. The more frightened she became, the louder she screamed, like someone genuinely losing their mind.
Soon, she was pinned down to the hospital bed by nurses, restrained, and given a sedative.
Lying on the bed, Hanna lacked the strength to resist any longer. She turned her head and saw Remington standing outside the door.
His gaze was exceptionally cold, and Hanna felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss.
Before she was enveloped by utter despair, Remington turned and walked away.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.
When Remington returned to the old mansion, Lizetta hadn't woken up yet.
She was too weak. Besides the severe blood loss that nearly took her life, the car accident had also taken a toll on her body.
Cedric had called for a psychiatrist, and Remington led the doctor into the study and answered some questions.
"Mr. Dashiell, based on your description, your wife's symptoms seem to confirm she's suffering from postpartum depression."
Even though Remington had braced himself, hearing the doctor's diagnosis still felt like a punch to the gut.
"You mentioned your wife had a mild case of depression four years ago. It's not unusual for women to experience emotional fluctuations due to hormonal changes after childbirth, especially after going through such an ordeal..."
The man sitting behind the desk, his expression dark and brooding, seemed to radiate a gloomy aura that made the doctor hesitant to say more.
After a while, Remington spoke in a hoarse voice, "What's the treatment? Is it curable? Are there any long-term effects?"
His rapid succession of questions revealed his deep concern.
The doctor quickly responded, "Medication is part of the treatment, but it's not enough on its own. This condition is primarily psychological. Your wife needs to relax, be supported, and not subjected to further stress or pressure. Helping her forget those painful memories, encouraging her to interact with friends and family, to talk about her feelings, and to rebuild her life goals and beliefs..."
Remington listened intently and spent a long while discussing with the doctor before asking Cedric to escort the doctor out.
He remained alone in the study until the evening.
Fiona pushed open the door to the study, finding Remington still sitting motionless in the dark, like a silent and oppressive mountain.
The room was unlit, and he blended into the darkness, lonelier and more forlorn than the night itself.
Fiona sighed, "Remington, don't be too hard on yourself..."
The grandmother, despite intending to scold him, couldn't bring herself to do it out of compassion for her grandson.
Startled by her presence, Remington
seemed to only then notice her. He
stood up, turned on a lamp, and walked over to assist her, asking, "Grandma, has she woken up?" en.swhovels.net
"Why don't you go see for yourself?" Fiona responded, noting that Remington hadn't visited Lizetta since his return, even though she was resting in their old bedroom at the mansion.
Remington's lips tightened, "She doesn't want to see me."
"At least you're aware of that much. But do you understand what you did wrong?" Fiona sighed again.
Remington remained silent, clearly aware that Fiona was referring to his insistence on taking Lizetta out of the hospital to keep her under watch. He managed a bitter smile.
How could he not realize his mistake?
Thinking of Lizetta, struggling with her frail body to escape at all costs.
Considering her gentle and uncontentious nature, yet driven to such a desperate act as to crash a car, willing to face death itself.
He knew he had erred again.
"You pushed her towards a dead
end, Remington. When Liz wakes up,
let her go. Stop forcing her," Fiona
implored, holding Remington's hand with a sigh of regret.