On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 60

Lance watched the doctor’s face, searching for any sign of deception.

“Eventually,” Jeremy Carter continued, “I think she realized she wasn’t getting out anytime soon, and her attitude softened slightly. Unlike the other patients, we never locked her room. We knew she couldn’t escape the facility; the main corridor doors are always locked, and only the senior medical staff have keys. About a month into her stay, I was doing my nightly rounds. As I was heading to the staff lounge, Mrs. Smith ran up behind me and threw her arms around me.”

The ceramic mug in Lance’s hand shattered, sending hot coffee splashing across his trousers.

“It startled me,” the doctor said, seemingly unfazed. “I thought she was having a psychotic break.”

Lance let out a bitter, humorless laugh. Psychotic break?

“I was about to call for a sedative,” Jeremy Carter said with a heavy sigh, “but then she spoke to me, perfectly lucid. She told me she was beautiful, that wealthy men had desired her before she was married. She offered to… sleep with me… if I would unlock the corridor door and let her out so she could go kill Catherine Brown.”

Lance’s breath hitched.

“I am a medical professional,” the doctor said, shaking his head sadly. “I would never do such a thing. When I refused, she started trying to undress me. Her hands were already inside my trousers when my wife, who also works at the asylum, walked in. She saw us and assumed the worst. She slapped Mrs. Smith a few times and restrained her on the bed. That’s when it ended.”

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