Nobody had taught Harvey to be wary of those closest to him.

Jodie grinned and departed, arranging for the doctors to clean up the mess.

As usual, Harvey fought with all his might, only to find himself restrained on the bed, tranquilizer coursing through his veins.

Before long, his eyes closed, and he drifted into a stupor.

During these episodes, fragments from his past would unfailingly flash in his mind.

From a young age, Harvey had unknowingly distanced himself from his sister. Perhaps it was his extroverted facade and cold inner world. Outwardly friendly, he kept his heart guarded.

His artistic expressions swung between two extremes, making him question if he might be schizophrenic. He had even consulted a doctor.

Little did he anticipate it would become Jodie's tool...

She had bribed the doctor, fabricating a report of his mental illness and successfully excluding him from the Newhouse Group's heirs.

him, images hazy and disjointed. The tranquilizer seemed to lose its effect after being administered so many

intensified, and

the bed, he pulled at his hair.

suddenly.

Maisie's apartment, surveying the

and just a short walk

purchased the small residence with her royalty fees, adapting

face—his little bunny had found her

that imply he was now

he pondered, and he

"What..."

well. Clad in a thin sweater, she appeared

the Quimby Group for work without exchanging words. He hadn't even had a chance

jacket, and draped it over her. "Why didn't

decided to take a

evenings can be chilly.

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