Chapter 811

Evadne's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with Thaddeus' deep gaze, feeling her heart thump heavily against her chest.

At this moment, Thaddeus' muscles were coiled tight beneath his crisp suit, visible even without him shedding a layer.

"Ahem, Thaddeus."

Chad coughed weakly, his face pale, breaking the silence as if to cover for Evadne, as though they were hiding something from him, "Don't overthink it. I just ran into Ms. Evadne outside the hospital. I wasn't feeling well, so she kindly

offered to wheel me up."

"Chad, overthink what?"

A faint smile tugged at Thaddeus' lips, not quite warm, but still a smile, "You're my big brother, Evadne is your sister-in-law; we're family. It's only natural for her to help."

With that, he strode over to Evadne, eyes softening as he took over the wheelchair from her, "I'll take it from here."

"Thanks, Thad." Chad's lips curled slightly, his eyes deepening in color.

Thaddeus bent down and whispered in his ear, his voice low, restraining his emotions, "You're my big brother; it's the least I can do."

Outside the hospital room, Frederic was anxiously discussing Marilla's condition with the attending physician.

"Dad!"

Chad called out frantically, seated in the wheelchair yet seemingly desperate to stand and walk over.

"Chad! You're not well; why did you come out so late?" Frederic's heart lurched upon seeing his son's pallor.

"I'm worried about Marilla, so I came to check on her. I ran into Thaddeus and Ms. Evadne downstairs, and we came up together."

Chad's expression was filled with concern, "Dad, how is Marilla doing?"

Evadne's face was also ghostly white with worry, while Thaddeus tightly gripped her cold hand.

"Jareth is in there with your sister. Thank God for Jareth, otherwise."

has depression, and this has been such a

after a moment's hesitation,

and Dennis exchanged

for mental illness

develop PTSD after being traumatized on the battlefield. They couldn't function normally after discharge and had to resort

sharp pang as she gazed at

there any

nausea. Later on, some memory loss

recommend it," Chad interjected, frowning, "Is the only way to heal to forget, to kill off a part of

never expected such empathy from him. The air seemed to freeze as the brothers locked eyes, an invisible clash of wills

been through electroconvulsive therapy, over and over. No one understands better the feeling of having your soul ripped from your body, just replacing one pain with

method just treats the symptoms, not the cause. That girl Lily means a lot to Marilla. Even

his eyes, "Chad, I never knew

pressed tight, a

left deep scars on Chad, and his choice of treatment

past, Dad,

smile, catching his breath, "I'm saying all

"Mr. Chad, do you have a better

looked at her, his gaze warm

look in

rose in his throat, as if his insides

illness; at best, they suppress symptoms. Overuse leads to lethargy and

it worked, Marilla's autism

are right, but

suppresses mental illness. Although it's still supportive, it's much more effective than traditional medicine. Then, if Mr. Jareth could spend more time patiently with Marilla, surround her with love, I believe her

make a lot of

skeptical, her gaze cool and

dubious medication brought

I get your concerns," he

a small, gentle smile, his gaze softening as he looked into Evadne's eyes. "That's why I'll take the medication with Marilla. Whatever dose she takes, I'll take too. Will that make you

in the room

thinking?" Frederic exclaimed, his face crinkling with worry. "Medicine always has its risks, and

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