“Mr. Shane, what's the matter? How did you get hurt?” Silas asked as he helped Dr. Morrison to wrap the bandage around his arm.

The man did not reply. After his bandage was done, he cast a glance at the older doctor and asked, “You're a psychiatrist?”

“Yes, Mr. Shane. I'm Dr. Zeplin.”

“Do you know hypnosis?” Shane stood up.

“Yes,” Dr. Zeplin nodded his head.

“Great. Follow me.” Shane walked over to the sofa and brought him into the master bedroom.

Curious, Silas trailed behind the two.

In the bedroom, Natalie widened her unblinking eyes at the ceiling like a soulless puppet.

Gulping, Silas said, “Mr. Shane, Ms. Smith...”

“She's been hypnotized. Can you snap her out of it?” Shane looked at Dr. Zeplin.

The psychiatrist did not reply and checked on Natalie before saying, “Sure. Her condition is not so serious. I can snap her out of it.”

of relief and eased his tense expression. “I'll leave

“Don't worry,

a few steps, giving way for the psychiatrist to do his

minutes, Dr. Zeplin kept his watch and bent down to clap by

Silas asked as he

the sweat off his forehead and said, “It's done. She will wake up

Silas tiled

first,” Shane said and headed out the door

of them

on the floor. “Would you please look at him and see how he's doing

down to examine Stanley's mental state while Shane,

half an hour, Dr. Zeplin stood up with a grim

doing?” Shane pursed

his deepest consciousness, and he's on the verge of a mental breakdown as he's

at the revelation. “Uncontrollable... Do you

but I can say that he's definitely becoming one. He's going

“That's terrifying.” Silas shuddered.

pursed his thin lips, saying nothing. However, he had made a

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