A small smirk tugged at the corner of Angus's lips. He motioned for her to come closer. Liesa took a deep breath, bending down—but before she could fully straighten, his fingers gripped her chin. The coldness of his touch sent a shiver down her spine.
Angus studied her innocent-looking face, his voice dropping to a low murmur, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "Looks like I'll have to think about what to do with that pretty head of yours."
Liesa met his gaze, unwavering. "Unfortunately, Mr. Romano, you won't have that chance. I'm going to fix you. I swear it." They locked eyes for a long moment, each of them standing their ground. After a beat, Angus released his grip and took the towel Sam handed him, carefully wiping his fingers, as if he had touched something filthy.
Liesa straightened up, a light smile tugging at her lips, before turning to Sam. "Excuse me, but where's my room?"
Sam glanced at Angus before stepping ahead, his tone polite and gentlemanly. "This way, Doctor."
"Second floor," Angus added, his voice flat.
Sam paused, giving a respectful nod. "Understood, Mr. Romano."
Liesa followed them out, but as she reached the door, she stopped and turned back, her expression suddenly serious. "By the way, Mr. Romano, I think you should take a shower. After all, I didn't just accidentally touch your fingers earlier."
Without waiting for a response, she walked away. Just as she rounded the corner, the sound of glass shattering against the door echoed behind her. Liesa couldn't help but smile, unfazed, and continued walking after Sam.
When they reached her temporary room, Sam stopped and turned to her. "Here we are, Doctor."
"Thank you." Liesa nodded as she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Sam hesitated before speaking again.
"Dr. Liesa, do you really think you can fix Mr. Romano's leg? I mean, fully heal it?"
Liesa smiled. "Of course." She said it casually, though inside she thought,
Sam chuckled softly. "I look forward to seeing your miraculous skills. Get some rest." With that, he turned and left.
Liesa gave a polite nod as he walked out, then quickly shut the door behind him. She walked over to the bed and collapsed onto it, her mind buzzing with thoughts. After a few restless moments of tossing and turning, she started to think through the situation.
A month ago, Angus, a powerful figure in Aquila City, had been shot in the head during a robbery. His body was slowly recovering, but his mind was still struggling. Post-traumatic stress had triggered symptoms of schizophrenia, though his case was far more unusual than most.
Unlike typical split personalities, where the dominant and secondary selves fought for control, Angus's secondary personalities didn't even know the main one existed. They lived in their own separate worlds inside his mind, unaware of each other.
But even so, the chaos wreaked havoc on the main personality. Each time a new personality emerged, the body was wracked with excruciating pain, and that pain left deep emotional scars on the secondary personalities. This relentless mental strain kept Angus's mind active 24/7, and if it continued, it could lead to permanent brain damage and leave him in a vegetative state.
Liesa had been hired as an assistant to the renowned American doctor who was supposed to treat Angus. But when the doctor unexpectedly canceled due to urgent matters, Liesa, in desperate need of money, took matters into her own hands. Without a second thought, she posed as the doctor, bringing the latest equipment back to China. After conducting the tests, she synced her brainwaves with Angus's, who had been hypnotized.
The place she found herself in now was the first fractured world inside Angus's mind. It was also the one that resembled his true self the most—if the real Angus was a business tycoon, this version was a classic arrogant CEO.
However, unlike the real Angus, this version of him had been left physically scarred by a car accident. His leg injury had made him bitter, reclusive, and suspicious of everyone around him.
A man like that was no easy person to approach. Liesa's mission was to dissolve the anger and resentment festering in his secondary personality. Only when that anger was resolved would this fractured world disappear, and the activity in Angus's brain would decrease.
Liesa squinted her eyes, then thought back to how Angus had rejected her earlier. She sighed, massaging her temples. She had chosen the easiest way in, thinking that posing as a doctor would make things smoother, but she hadn't expected the level of hostility she'd face. What had seemed like the simplest option had quickly turned into a nightmare.
"What am I supposed to do now?" she groaned, frustration creeping into her voice as she tossed and turned on the bed.
She realized,
"What am I supposed to do now?" With no one around, she finally let her true nature show, tossing and turning restlessly on the bed.
Meanwhile, in the other room, the television screen displayed her dramatic, distressed rolling on the bed. Sam glanced nervously at Angus, hesitating before speaking. "This doctor seems... rather unique."
Angus didn't respond immediately. He stared at the woman on the screen, his lips twisting into a sneer. Finally, he spoke, his voice cool and indifferent. "If someone like that can actually fix me, I'd be surprised. Sam, draft an exemption contract for her to sign. In a few days, we'll throw her to the sharks."
Sam stood there, speechless.