Madison's gaze slowly met Cynthia's. She said, "But the open grounds outside belong to the patients. Since you think you can blend in, do you see yourself as one of them?"
Cynthia stumbled back a step.
She thought that this woman was terrifying! She was trying to make her admit she was mentally ill!
Cynthia's gaze hardened. "You monster. You'll get what's coming. How many innocent people have you trapped here forever? You've thrown away any shred of humanity just for money!"
As she said that, her anger surged.
There was nothing in the room she could use as a weapon, so Cynthia lunged at Madison's hair instead.
This malicious doctor!
Suddenly, the air went still.
Cynthia froze, staring at the wig in her hands.
Madison touched her buzz cut. "Gosh. Must you do this?"
Cynthia's face flushed. "Y-You're…"
Madison snatched the wig and shoved it back onto her head. "Come on. I've been a psychiatrist for over 20 years, and you've only been a patient for a few minutes."
Her decades of experience had taught her how to handle even the most dangerous patients. She could even write a book about it.
Madison stepped out. "Just stay here. But since you're new here, I'll take you to other rooms and let you watch some TV tomorrow."
The door clicked shut and locked.
Greta patted her chest. "Dr. Morrow, even though I've seen you get your hair pulled countless times, I still can't help being scared."
"Why?"
"What if they actually pulled your scalp off…"
Madison stared at her like she was a fool. "If anyone could rip my scalp off with their bare hands, they wouldn't be here. They'd be in some national super-soldier program."
Could someone capable of that even be human? That was definitely a super soldier.
As Madison headed downstairs, she skillfully held an umbrella over her head.
The stairs weren't leaking, and it wasn't snowing outside. Nobody knew what the umbrella was for.
Madison made her way to the cafeteria.
Along the way, water was splashed at her, and chewed-up food was thrown, but she blocked every single attack with her umbrella.
Her practiced movements left the patients numb, yet every time she passed by, they still gleefully did the same thing over and over.
Sawyer was getting engaged, so she decided to keep her distance, just in case his partner disliked her or it caused trouble between them.
When Sylvia grew stubborn, nothing anyone said could sway her. But when she was clear-headed, her mind was razor-sharp.
Madison had once said that if Sylvia were a total berserk case, she would be nearly impossible to handle.
If she hadn't been so smart, she wouldn't have been Dalea's top student back then.
"Go."
Sawyer had left a woman behind at the hospital to take care of Sylvia.
"Find out who the new woman admitted today is," Sylvia instructed the woman.
The new female patient's accent sounded local, and there weren't many families with the surname Pearson in Draventh.
Kate?
That name sounded familiar, but Sylvia refused to dwell on people with that surname.
The woman was about to go investigate when Sylvia called out, "Where are you going?"
The woman with Sylvia was named Mikayla Wolfe. Sawyer had sent her to Sylvia's side because she was the best bodyguard he had found. She was highly capable, especially in combat.

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