Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife novel Chapter 1788

Fabian momentarily hesitated before turning around.

The two towering men stood at the entrance of the ward. From time to time, they would look into the ward.

They saw that Madeline was still curled up on the hospital bed, eyes shut, frowning. This worried them.

“Fab, did Eveline and her husband not have a good relationship? Why would she speak like that?”

Evan voiced the doubts he had as he started analyzing.

“Besides, the symptoms that she displayed were odd. A second ago, she was a determined lady, the next second, she became an insecure lady. She doesn’t have Dissociative Identity Disorder, does she?”

Evan ended up reaching such a far-fetched conclusion.

Fabian frowned when he heard this.

“Dissociative Identity Disorder?”

Fabian too was deep in his thoughts, but he felt that the possibility of what Evan had said could be high.

That was because when they contrasted the two versions of Madeline, it truly seemed to match the symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder.

However, he found this peculiar. “Would Dissociative Identity Disorder make one have erratic breathing, palpitation, and even cold sweat?”

Evan confidently shook his head. “It won’t. However, if one develops an extreme personality, they might show such symptoms due to their overly agitated emotions.  There is  still this possibility. “

“Do you think that’s the case for her?”

“…”

Evan was at a loss for words. He then said honestly, “This is not my specialty, but I can refer you to the best psychiatrist in our hospital.”

Fabian lifted his head and looked at Madeline. “I guess the best psychiatrist would only be him.”

After waiting in the hospital for the doctor to inject Madeline with a dose of tranquilizer, Fabian then drove back to his villa, his mind heavy with thoughts.

His servants told him that Lilian had just woken up.

“Mommy.”

Fabian was stunned. He knew that, currently, Lilian could only call out “daddy” and “mommy”.

However, she called out “mommy” at that moment. ‘Could it be because  she’d sensed Madeline had been here?’

“Lily, your mom isn’t here, ” Fabian said gently. He raised his hand and softly pinched Lillian’s little face. “It’s cold outside. You shouldn’t catch a cold, Lily. Let’s go back into the room.”

Lilian obediently nodded her head. Just when she was about to turn around, Fabian immediately carried her.

He cautiously placed Lilian on the bed and had the servant prepare the daily nutritious meal for Lilian.

He meticulously watched Lilian finish her meal by her side, then accompanied her to watch cartoons. Finally, after he saw that she was sleeping soundly, he turned around.

After he had turned around, however, he could not help but sneak another peek at her.

Seeing her sleepy face, he thought of Madeline. After some thought, he came to a decision.