Martin, of course, had no idea what was going through Sabrina's mind.
For two years, Sabrina had been impeccable in everything she did. While his mother was in the hospital, she had personally bathed and massaged her. Even though there were dedicated staff, she claimed it was her way of showing filial piety. Martin was naturally pleased to see the woman he loved do these things for him; it was a testament to his charm, proof that Sabrina loved him enough.
Meanwhile, Lillian had settled her grandmother and mother into Halfridge Villas. Only after she had personally confirmed that her grandmother's condition was stable did she leave the room with a sense of relief.
In the back garden, Eleanor seemed to adore the quiet, beautiful space. The flowers and trees were meticulously pruned by gardeners, cared for with great attention.
From a distance, Lillian watched her mother run around wildly for a moment, then pause before a beautiful rose bush. She reached out to gently touch a petal with her fingertip, only to snatch her hand back.
A specialist following her was diligently recording her words and actions.
Lillian walked over. "How is she?"
The doctor shook his head. "Ms. Lancaster's previous living conditions were highly problematic. The psychiatric hospital seems to have had a significant negative impact on her. It's a good thing you got her out; her state is clearly much better when no one is interfering. However, she was in that institution for a very long time without proper care. I'm afraid that even if she can recover, it will take a very long time."
"So you're saying there's still a chance my mother can recover?" Lillian asked, a flicker of hope in her voice.
"Of course. Over two years ago, when you had Ms. Lancaster undergo a comprehensive physical examination, the blood clot pressing on her brain had already mostly dissipated. Without that physical pressure, her mental state should have improved. However, in the two years since, you haven't had her re-examined or evaluated, so the situation has become a bit more complicated now."
Lillian's heart sank. "But didn't she have dedicated staff looking after her? The clot was almost gone back then, and she was supposed to be getting better. How could her condition have become more complicated after two years?"
"We can't rule out the possibility that she suffered some form of abuse or other harm during these two years," the doctor said cautiously. "Of course, that's just my subjective assessment, without any evidence. We've completed our examination of Ms. Lancaster, but the lab reports aren't back yet. I can only be certain once they're in."
Lillian nodded. "Alright. Please contact me the moment the reports are ready."
The moment her mother was out of the psychiatric hospital, Lillian had arranged for her to be examined. Now, this preliminary behavioral observation was enough to make her heart ache as if pierced by needles.
She was such a fool. What kind of rebellious whim had possessed her two years ago to make her agree to take the fall and go to prison? Was she insane?
For the past two years, it had seemed as though her mother was being well cared for in the institution, but in reality, her condition was this dire. She couldn't even begin to fathom what had happened to cause her current, worsened state.
After the doctor left to complete his behavioral assessment report, Lillian approached her mother.
Eleanor was whispering gently to a flower. "Oh, my beautiful daughter. You're the most beautiful in the whole world."



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