The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 141

N&S Psychiatric Hospital in Havenwood was steeped in urban legends. It was said that than of the patients locked within its walls were not just mentally ill but dangerous criminals who, due to their psychological conditions, could not be incarcerated in a regular prison.

Even the doctors and nurses who work there have been known to fear some of the patients. Aside from confining them within the hospital, they seldom exerted further control. In fact, if was rumored that staff members had been killed by patients on occasion.

Now, Arabella found herself in a truly terrifying situation. Surrounded by five menacing men, she screamed out in fear. Kicking the brooding figure who grabbed her, she scrambled to her feet and took off running.

She dashed down the corridor, passing many patients who were wandering aimlessly, engaging in bizarre behaviors that marked them as anything but normal.

Some patients ignored her, others beckoned her to join their games with eerie grins, and some lunged towards her with twisted faces and terrifying shouts.

The commotion of her footsteps and screams woke the sleeping patients in nearby rooms. Lights flickered on one by one, revealing dozens of mentally ill individuals who emerged to either observe her with indifferent eyes or leer at her with unsettling smiles.

The man chasing her, a rather large individual, was still bellowing behind her, demanding that

she become his wife.

“Open up! Hurry! Open the door!” Arabella fled back to the main entrance, but she had previously locked the small door in her panic. She banged on the security office window, shouting for help, but the room inside was pitch black, void of any sign of life.

Terror gripped her, causing her body to tremble as she broke down into a fit of desperate crying.

She made another frantic call to the police. Before the operator could even respond, she cried out, “Why haven’t you sent anyone to save me yet?! I’m at N&S Psychiatric Hospital! Please! Send someone to help me!”

Just as she finished her plea, the large man caught up to her once again. She spun around and dashed away, darting around the hospital like a scared animal, playing a horrifying garne of hide-and-seek with her pursuer.

In her desperation, she attempted to call the Hawthorn family for help. She reached out to Joseph first, but was promptly declined. The same happened when she tried to contact Michael and Beatrice. All of them had switched off their phones.

The chilling automated message, “The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable,” sent a shiver down Arabella’s spine.

Who else could help her?

Dorian’s name in her contacts, and a spark of hope

still had a foster

to her rescue, just like he

believe Arabella’s plea for help, accusing her

was Cordelia or Dorian, they would never come to her aid again, no matter the circumstances. She had squandered

Arabella felt herself teetering on

the deserted corridor. He had shaggy hair, wore black-rimmed glasses, and was dressed

“Hippocrates’ Corpus” on the cover,

read medical books must have been kind-hearted. He

help me!” Arabella pleaded while tugging at the man’s clothes. “Someone is chasing me. I’m

in here?” The man looked up from his book, casting a curious glance at Arabella,

waltz into.”

saw the door open, so I ran in to hide. I didn’t know this was a mental

mumbled, his eyes hidden behind his glasses, glinting with

wife! My wife!” The large man’s

coming! Please help me hide!” Arabella’s hand trembled as she clung to the

clothes.

over there. You can hide in it.” The

Arabella hesitated.

There’s nobody strange inside.” The man

her gratitude before darting into the

heavy footsteps approached. He queried the bespectacled man. “Bro,

2/4

Chapter 141

heart skipped a

with

Arabella’s heart settled.

on his fingers, his anxiety mounting as

finger to his lips, signaling for silence before gently

man, seemingly a bit scared of

search took them to various places. The corner with a giant potted plant, the cabinets in the main hall, and the stairwell. Each time, the bespectacled man sighed in disappointment.

the large man grew increasingly anxious, his fingernails

before suggesting,

large man, still seemingly afraid

fainter,

moment to observe her temporary sanctuary. The room was clean, and the bed was neatly

beside the bed was stacked with books, mostly

relief, grateful to have put her trust in the right man. Now, she was safe. She pulled out her phone, intending to call the police again, only to