Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“You…” Susan was shaking all over from fury. “You’ve caused Jas to end up in this condition. How dare you accuse her of pretending?”

“Oh really? I would say she’s putting on an act! I don’t believe she’s as insane as she portrayed herself to be!” Natalie stared at Jasmine who was lying in the bed.

Narrowing her eyes dangerously, Susan jabbed back, “How could you even utter those words! Even if Jas were pretending, you’re not qualified to judge. Are those psychiatrists mere decorations? Are you calling them farces as well? It’s obvious you’re here to cause a ruckus! Off with you!”

With that, she raised her hand, ready to strike.

Her words were effective. Immediately Susan’s furious expression paled. She held her hand back and pointed to the door reluctantly, “Get out! You’ve overstayed your welcome. Out with you!”

“I’ll be taking my leave then.” Lifting her handbag strap onto her shoulder, Natalie proceeded to walk out through the door.

Stopping short at the doorway, she turned back and glared at Susan who was still fuming and warned, “I’ll still say this again. I believe that Jasmine is not crazy as she made herself out to be. I’ll arrange for someone to come and monitor her twenty-four seven all year round. The moment she shows any sign of sanity, I’ll send her packing back to the prison where she rightfully belongs!”

Susan could only clench her fists tightly.

her hair behind her ears, Natalie continued, “When the time comes, she’ll be charged with yet another

be disappointed. Jas

be skeptical no matter what. If she had really lost her mind, it’d do her good for

ominously, she purposely lowered her voice as her eyes fell on Jasmine, “I heard that should a normal person remained in this mental hospital for too long, even if one were not mentally ill, sooner or later one would succumb to madness. I only pray that the very same would not

the director’s office to find

all information gleaned on Jasmine, as well as round-the-clock security footage of her. To date, they

someone to

that, she drove back to her studio and busied

her work, a

looked up and saw Joyce outside the door. Surprised,

walked in with a tired look, pulled out a chair, and

a glass of water for her, Natalie curiously inquired, “Didn’t you

presence there would only affect Stanley’s treatment.” Swallowing the lump in her throat,