“Mental breakdown?” Natalie was stumped as her eyes widened in bewilderment.

“Yes.” Shane recounted Dr. Zeplin’s diagnosis to Natalie.

Her jaw dropped after listening to him. “Stanley… is mentally unstable…”

He’s too good at concealing his true self. I’ve never noticed that he’s mentally deranged.

Does Joyce know about this?

Noticing that she was in a daze, Shane asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Natalie shook her head to snap out of her thoughts. She made her thoughts vocal and said, “I’m just thinking maybe Joyce is not aware of Stanley’s condition.”

“That is her problem. Have you thought about how to deal with Stanley?” Shane looked at her and asked again.

The woman bit down on her lip and appeared lost. “I don’t know… I really don’t. Mr. Shane, can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m tired.”

Shane knew Natalie was merely avoiding to deal with the problem. Despite feeling irked, he could understand how she felt.

 

so many years after all, and judging by how she valued her friendships, it would not be hard to imagine that she would need to

a good rest.” Shane nodded his head slightly and headed for

 

had not seen him to the door. Instead, she

and closed her eyes to recollect herself.

toward her twins’ bedroom and turned the doorknob softly.

own bedroom. The woman lay in the bed, staring right at the ceiling as she tried to process what had taken place that

awake by Joyce’s phone call at eight o’clock in the

do you know where had Stanley gone to? I went to his place to send him some medicine, but turned out that he wasn’t at home. I called the

face turned grim

that Natalie did not answer her question, Joyce

at the bar sent

you know

my wits since I was the one who

on as she breathed in deeply and shut her eyes. “Joyce, I was hypnotized by Stanley into thinking that he was Shane so that he could have his way

jolted from the mat outside of Stanley’s

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255