Chapter 20 The Relapse
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Minerva knew then that she couldn’t refuse the black card. She subsequently decided to accept it, promising herself to use it sparingly.
With that, Minerva quickly opened the car door and got out.
I can’t believe how persuasive he can be
Minerva carefully placed the black card into her bag before entering the living room. Dorothy greeted her with a radiant smile, saying, “Minerva, you’re back. Welcome home.”
“Thanks, Grandma, I brought a cake to share.”
Dorothy’s eyes lit up as she briskly walked into the living room, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. “I love cake. They’re my absolute favorite,” she declared.
At that moment, Zevan entered. He didn’t head toward the living room, but instead, went straight upstairs. However, he paused on the stairs, his gaze falling on Dorothy. “Grandma,” he said, “the doctor has warned that you can’t consume too much sugar. You can only have a bite of the cake.”
While agreeing with him, Dorothy repeated, “I know, I know.” Nevertheless, she still took several bites of her cake.
Minerva was amused Dorothy, and she looked up at the man on the stairs. “Would you like some cake?”
Zevan didn’t have a fondness for sweet desserts. “I’ll pass,” he declined.
“Oh.”
“Over there, at the corner of your lips…”
Zevan’s gaze landed on her small face. Because she had been eating cake, there was
as now a little smear of cream on h
her lips.
Upon his reminder, Minerva initially wanted to grab a tissue to wipe her lips. However, after scanning the area around the table and finding no tissues, she simply used her hand to remove the cream.
When she lifted her gaze to him again, Zevan was fixated on her bed lips. As her fingers traced over them, Zevan was overwhelmed with a desire he had never felt before.
He raised his hand, adjusting his tic, his throat bobbing as he ascended the stairs and entered the study.
At that moment, Frandis was leading an elderly man upstairs. Minerva inquired, “Grandma, who is that man?”
“Oh, that’s Dr. George Naylor. He comes here once a month.”
A jolt of surprise hit Minerva when she heard the name. She was aware that George was a world–renowned hypnotist. As someone who practiced medicine, she naturally heard of him before.
Dr. Naylor must be here to treat Zevan’s insomnia. It seems that his sleep disorder is more severe than I had imagined.
Minerva was feeling concerned, which led her to the study’s doorway. Just then, an unusual noise echoed from within. Startled, Minerva quickly pushed open the study door.
The study was in complete disarray, with all the documents that had been on the desk now scattered across the carpet. The clock that George had been holding was also shattered.
Zevan was standing before his desk, his large hands braced against its surface. The veins on his palms throbbed visibly, and his muscular chest heaved like a wild beast panting.
Upon hearing the door open, Zevan looked up. His gaze met with Minerva’s, his eyes narrowing. At that moment, his pupils were tinged with a terrifying crimson, accompanied by a sinister glint.
He seemed like a completely different person then.
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However, Minerva remained unmoved.
Francis picked up the broken pocket watch and escorted George out, closing the study door behind them.
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George’s expression was somewhat solemn. Minerva, having studied medicine, had seen the same look on doctors‘ faces in the countryside when they were faced with a difficult patient.
After spending their wedding night together, she began to feel that Zevan wasn’t such a bad person. At the very least, the lives of the local people in the area controlled by Zevan’s malia were fairly decent.
Minerva looked toward George. “Dr. Naylor, how is he doing?”
George shook his head. “Initially, I was able to hypnotize Mr. Lemieux, allowing him to rest one day a month. However, his mental condition has deteriorated rapidly. Mr. Lemieux has become extremely vigilant, with a psychological defense mechanism is so strong it’s shocking. I can no longer hypnotize him.”
Minerva’s brows furrowed in concern. She was aware that anyone who could ascend to the position of a mafia boss would undoubtedly have a formidable psychological defense mechanism. However, this very strength had ultimately caused inflicted harm upon himself. Hence, the intervention of a doctor was necessary.
Minerva let out a gentle sigh. She had no idea how Zevan had become the leader of the mafia, nor what he had been through. At that moment, she felt a pang of sympathy for the latter. She wanted to go in, to hold and comfort him.
With these thoughts in mind, she placed her hand on the doorknob, ready to push the door open.
“Mrs. Lemieux, no, you can’t go in there now. It’s too dangerous. Have you forgotten what happened last night?” Francis quickly intervened.
Minerva, with a penetrating gaze, looked at Francis. “Francis, it’s precisely because I haven’t forgotten that I need to go in. If his sleep disorder develops into a mental illness, he won’t be able to control the gloomy and violent part of himself. By then, a second personality could split off, and this second personality could completely replace who he is.”
Francis’s face turned pale.
With that, Minerva pushed the door open and entered.
