Chapter 953
Nathaniel sighed as he gazed at the moon outside the window with deep, intense blue
eyes.
He retrieved a small packet of powder no bigger than a fingernail from his pocket and gently rubbed it between his fingers, seemingly to be pondering something deeply.
On the fourth day of treatment, Phoebe finally regained consciousness.
She lay weakly in bed, her eyes half–open, devoid of the usual frenzy of self–harm.
Instead, she appeared lost and disoriented, as if her soul had been taken away.
Sheena, Howard, and Riley watched her anxiously as she leaned against the headboard. With teary eyes, Howard suppressed his excitement and asked, “Phoebe, I’m Howard, your boyfriend. Do you remember me?”
Phoebe kept her head down, showing no reaction whatsoever as if she had not heard him speak at all.
Sheena leaned in closer and whispered, “Do you still recognize me? I’m your best friend from the orphanage in Farlem.”
If it were not for her occasional blinking, Sheena and Howard might have thought Phoebe was asleep.
Riley, standing by, recorded her condition and shook his head, sighing, “It’s still not working. Ordinary treatment drugs can only control her depressive moods. Without knowing the cause, it’s hard for us to cure her.”
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For now, they could only wait for Nathaniel’s banquet.
The banquet would be held at the Nicholls residence, presenting the best opportunity.
Sheena sighed and asked, “Phoebe, do you remember Romello?”
Phoebe slowly raised her eyes at the mention of his name and weakly replied, “My
brother.”
Howard glanced at Sheena in surprise, and Riley quickly noted down this new development.
Chapter 953
Howard tightened his grip on Phoebe’s hand and asked again, “And Gabrielle? Do you remember her?”
Phoebe remained silent, showing no reaction.
“What about Vanda? She’s your mother. Do you remember her?”
Still no response.
Riley carefully documented the situation, analyzing, “She doesn’t remember anyone except Mr. Romello. This could indicate that she was drugged and possibly hypnotized during her unconscious state.”
Howard blurted out, “Romello knows how to hypnotize others?”
Riley replied, “Um… I don’t know much about Mr. Romello, but perhaps we can ask Mr. Jenkins about this. He might know.”
When Elliot returned home in the evening, Sheena asked him about this matter.
Elliot pondered for a moment. “During the training camp at the National Investigation Bureau, Romello studied psychology, but it wasn’t long. Even if he knows about hypnotism, it would only be surface–level.”
Sheena’s expression turned serious as she asked, “So, you’re saying that under the influence of the drug Romello injected into Phoebe, she can be hypnotized into doing things according to his instructions, right?”
Elliot nodded.
“Exactly. I’ll document this new finding. Once Nathaniel obtains the drug hidden by Romello at the banquet, and experts confirm it, we can basically convict Romello.”
“That’s good. That way, Phoebe can finally be free from this suffering.”
Elliot wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his tone tinged with concern.
“Hypnosis and drug injections can cause significant neurological damage to Phoebe, Nana. You need to prepare yourself for the possibility that she may not fully recover.”
She sighed and replied, “It’s just speculation for now. Let’s not tell Howard yet to avoid disappointing him.”
Elliot nodded, taking her hand as they went upstairs together to check on the babies.
After a few tense days, it was finally the day of the banquet at the Nicholls residence.
Howard could not attend as he was taking care of Phoebe.
Sheena, Elliot, Lionel, and Jacintha, all dressed in their finest attire, arrived promptly at
7.30 p.m.
“Mr. Jenkins, you’re here. It’s been a few days, and you and Mrs. Jenkins are still as affectionate as ever. How envious.”
