The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 141

N&S Psychiatric Hospital in Havenwood was steeped in urban legends. It was said that than of the patients locked within its walls were not just mentally ill but dangerous criminals who, due to their psychological conditions, could not be incarcerated in a regular prison.

Even the doctors and nurses who work there have been known to fear some of the patients. Aside from confining them within the hospital, they seldom exerted further control. In fact, if was rumored that staff members had been killed by patients on occasion.

Now, Arabella found herself in a truly terrifying situation. Surrounded by five menacing men, she screamed out in fear. Kicking the brooding figure who grabbed her, she scrambled to her feet and took off running.

She dashed down the corridor, passing many patients who were wandering aimlessly, engaging in bizarre behaviors that marked them as anything but normal.

Some patients ignored her, others beckoned her to join their games with eerie grins, and some lunged towards her with twisted faces and terrifying shouts.

The commotion of her footsteps and screams woke the sleeping patients in nearby rooms. Lights flickered on one by one, revealing dozens of mentally ill individuals who emerged to either observe her with indifferent eyes or leer at her with unsettling smiles.

The man chasing her, a rather large individual, was still bellowing behind her, demanding that

she become his wife.

“Open up! Hurry! Open the door!” Arabella fled back to the main entrance, but she had previously locked the small door in her panic. She banged on the security office window, shouting for help, but the room inside was pitch black, void of any sign of life.

Terror gripped her, causing her body to tremble as she broke down into a fit of desperate crying.

She made another frantic call to the police. Before the operator could even respond, she cried out, “Why haven’t you sent anyone to save me yet?! I’m at N&S Psychiatric Hospital! Please! Send someone to help me!”

Just as she finished her plea, the large man caught up to her once again. She spun around and dashed away, darting around the hospital like a scared animal, playing a horrifying garne of hide-and-seek with her pursuer.

In her desperation, she attempted to call the Hawthorn family for help. She reached out to Joseph first, but was promptly declined. The same happened when she tried to contact Michael and Beatrice. All of them had switched off their phones.

The chilling automated message, “The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable,” sent a shiver down Arabella’s spine.

Who else could help her?

Suddenly, she saw Dorian’s name in her contacts, and a spark of hope ignited within her.

Yes, she still had a foster father. She still had a dad.

Dorian would surely come to her rescue, just like he did the last time.

when Cordelia, Dorian’s wife, answered the phone. She dismissively refused to believe Arabella’s plea for help, accusing her of trying to trap Dorian again. Arabella was reminded of the story of “The Boy Who Cried

would never come to her

hung up the phone, Arabella felt herself teetering on the brink

she spotted a man sitting on a bench in the deserted corridor. He had shaggy hair, wore black-rimmed glasses,

“Hippocrates’ Corpus” on the cover, Arabella felt a surge of

must have been kind-hearted.

while tugging at the

from his book, casting a curious glance at Arabella, who was not dressed in the usual

waltz into.”

being chased, and I saw the door open, so I ran in to hide. I didn’t know this was a

man mumbled, his eyes hidden behind his glasses,

My wife!” The

coming! Please help me hide!” Arabella’s hand trembled as she clung to

clothes.

my room over there. You can hide in it.” The man

Arabella hesitated.

nobody strange inside.” The man reassured

Arabella muttered her gratitude before darting into the

hid inside, listening as the large man’s heavy footsteps approached. He queried the bespectacled man. “Bro, have you

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heart skipped a

with the

Arabella’s heart settled.

large man gnawed on his fingers, his anxiety mounting as he started to yell and cry. “I… I want my wife! My

lips, signaling for silence before gently coaxing him. “I’ll help you look for her,

large man, seemingly a bit scared of

potted plant, the cabinets in the main hall, and the stairwell. Each time, the bespectacled man sighed in disappointment.

large man grew increasingly anxious, his fingernails bloody from his anxious gnawing. He looked ready

gestured for silence again before

large man, still seemingly afraid

fainter, her frantic heartbeat

moment to observe her temporary sanctuary. The room was clean, and the bed was neatly made with

bed was stacked with books, mostly

was safe. She pulled out her phone, intending to call the police again,

internally cursed the unreliable police; she couldn’t understand why they hadn’t

Cordelia. She’d answered her call only to cruelly reject her, giving her hope and then snuffing it out. It was

she’d lied

treat Thaddeus or Vivienne this way? In the end, it was all because