“She bullied Sonia, so I naturally won’t let her off the hook. Besides, you’re a doctor and I’m a hacker. I can help you to clear up any loose ends. Isn’t that good?” Carl raised his head to meet Tim’s gaze. Tim smiled a little. “That’s true; let’s work together then.” Without saying anything, Carl placed his teacup on the table and rose to his feet as he prepared to leave. Tim suddenly said to Carl’s back, “Your mental illness is very serious. It’s better to seek medical treatment as soon as possible; otherwise, you will ruin yourself if this continues!” Carl paused in his steps, but he didn’t turn around. He only replied with a cold voice, “You don’t need to care about that!” “I don’t want to care about you either.
I only care about Sonia and if you still don’t treat your condition, you will not only ruin yourself, but also hurt Sonia. I hope you understand this.” Tim stood up as well. As he clenched his fists on both sides of his body, Carl’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something. In the end, however, he said nothing and left. Tim spun his scalpel, his eyes obscure and uncertain. As a part-time psychiatrist, he was well aware that Carl was sickly. Although Carl had hid it well to avoid people from noticing it, he would become a different person altogether once he chose not to suppress it or if he was stimulated by something. And his obsession was Sonia. In order to have her, he was likely to do things like imprisoning her.
Of course, with Tim around, he wouldn’t allow Carl the chance to do that. He would keep an eye on Carl; once Carl dared to make a move on her, he would turn Carl into a living specimen. No matter how powerful Carl was, he couldn’t defeat Tim as someone who was born a cold-blooded psychopath! Tim’s lips coolly curled upward. Then, he rose to his feet once again, picked up his medical folder and began to round the ward. When he arrived at Toby’s ward, he knocked on the door. Toby was in the midst of tying his tie. Upon glancing at the door and noticing that it was Tim, he had no interest in greeting the man. However, Tim didn’t mind Toby’s reaction. While leaning against the door with his arms folded, he asked Toby, “Ready to leave the hospital?”
Toby gave a faint hmph. “Just in time. There’s something I need to tell you.” Tim looked at him. While pinning his diamond clip on his tie, Toby answered, “What is it?” “Tina’s dissociative identity disorder is fake,” Tim replied. Toby’s eyes flashed, but there was not much expression on his end. A slightly surprised Tim narrowed his eyes. “You seem to already know about it?” “I’ve guessed it before.” Toby turned around to address Tim. It explained why he wasn’t extremely shocked when he heard Tim’s words. Then, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants and coldly looked at Tim. “It was you who first diagnosed that she has dissociative identity disorder, right?” Tim shrugged his shoulders.
“I admit that it was my fault. As I had a good relationship with her before, I would naturally help her with what she wanted, as well as Dr. Steve, whom I also bribed.” Even after Toby heard the explanation, he still did not react much. He had already guessed the truth when he was sure that Tina was indeed not suffering from dissociative identity disorder. “It seems that you have really cut off ties with Tina.” His voice was clear and cold. A storm danced in Tim’s eyes as he elaborated, “I treated her well because I thought she saved my life, but I didn’t expect my real savior to be someone else. She knew that I was wrong, but she didn’t tell me. Instead, she enjoyed my help without feeling any guilt.
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