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Conrad hung his head, lifeless and drained.
The man led Melody away from his sight, leaving behind a striking remark:
"We all hope she'll get better. Mr. Conrad is truly resilient, easily undoing all our hard work."
Sally, blocked by security outside the door, shouted inside:
"Mr. Conrad, you know damn well! If you don't give her the meds, what'll happen to her? You'll kill her!"
Depression.
Mental hospital.
These words stabbed into his mind like knives, ricocheting inside and snagging his nerves.
Carter knocked on the door, pushing it open a crack.
Standing in the doorway, he asked, "Bro, you feeling any better?"
"Why?"
Conrad's voice was hoarse, the dull ache in his chest making him wish he were dead.
Carter was silent for a long while before speaking, "I thought at the time it didn't need a thorough check, so..."
"The information was fake, wasn't it?"
Conrad's voice was barely audible.