Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Fabian momentarily hesitated before turning around.

The two towering men stood at the entrance of the ward. From time to time, they would look into the ward.

They saw that Madeline was still curled up on the hospital bed, eyes shut, frowning. This worried them.

“Fab, did Eveline and her husband not have a good relationship? Why would she speak like that?”

Evan voiced the doubts he had as he started analyzing.

“Besides, the symptoms that she displayed were odd. A second ago, she was a determined lady, the next second, she became an insecure lady. She doesn’t have Dissociative Identity Disorder, does she?”

Evan ended up reaching such a far-fetched conclusion.

Fabian frowned when he heard this.

“Dissociative Identity Disorder?”

Fabian too was deep in his thoughts, but he felt that the possibility of what Evan had said could be high.

when they contrasted the two versions of Madeline, it truly seemed to match

Dissociative Identity Disorder make

confidently shook his head. “It won’t. However, if one develops an extreme personality, they might show such symptoms due to their overly agitated emotions.  There is

that’s the case

“…”

loss for words. He then said honestly, “This is not my specialty, but I can refer you to the best psychiatrist in

head and looked at Madeline. “I guess the

hospital for the doctor to inject Madeline with a dose of tranquilizer, Fabian then drove back to his villa, his mind

him that Lilian

the little girl had

at that little outline, and his gaze

Lilian and softly called out to

heard the sound, her fair

complexion seemed to have improved

unable to speak, could only smile when

Fabian’s eyes, that naive, gorgeous smile seemed like an angel smiling at him, making him feel

down to his knees, then