Without hesitation, Austen rushed to Elora, wrapping his arms around her and murmuring comforting words. “It’s alright; everything’s going to be okay. They’re not here to hurt you. I’m here with you, always.” Check latest chapters at find?novel.net
Austen continued to gently reassure her, his voice calm and steady. As Austen’s soothing presence wrapped around her, Elora slowly began to settle, though her eyes remained suspicious, darting toward Katelyn and Vincent.
“I don’t like them. Make them go, make them go now!”
Katelyn’s brow furrowed, her thoughts drifting back to Elora’s past medical history. A history that included a troubling family background of mental health issues. What they were seeing now appeared to resemble schizophrenia. It was as if she were trapped in a Jekyll and Hyde scenario.
Austen glanced at them with an apologetic expression, his hand gently holding Elora’s. “I’m sorry you had to witness this. We can talk more about it later.”
“For now, I’ll take her upstairs to rest.”
Vincent studied Elora with sharp, calculating eyes, his voice icy. “We’ll be here waiting. Don’t forget the laptop.”
Austen hesitated for a moment but finally gave a reluctant nod. Once he had taken Elora upstairs, Katelyn and Vincent made their way back to the cafe, resuming their seats.
Once a noble, rich lady, Elora was now mysteriously struggling with her mind. Katelyn couldn’t forget the shock she felt when she first laid eyes on Elora, completely amazed by her presence. However, somehow, she had become ill and was now a shadow of who she once was.
Katelyn’s thoughts were heavy as her gaze shifted to Vincent. “Is she faking it, or is she really unwell?”
Vincent reclined on the sofa, his mind clearly working as he answered slowly. “Her eyes tell the truth. She’s definitely sick. But I never imagined she would change this much, this quickly.”
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He was deep in thought, wondering if Elora’s condition could really be the cause. Could someone really switch between two personalities so fast? It felt like watching a magician perform. One second, she showed a cruel side, and the next, she was the picture of innocence, a helpless soul.
Katelyn gave his knee a gentle tap, her mind racing. “I’ve seen Elora’s case before. Her family has a long history of mental illness. It usually surfaces around thirty, but she seems to have fallen victim to it much earlier.”
It was Elora’s other side that had caused all the trouble. Even with enough proof to convict her later, she could still claim mental illness as a defense, a way to escape responsibility.
At that point, the situation was starting to feel more complicated. Katelyn let out a gentle sigh as her thoughts drifted.
Austen quickly escorted Elora upstairs to her room, gave her a brief moment of reassurance, and then returned not long after, taking a seat across from Katelyn. His gaze was cautious as he studied them.
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