Chapter 9

"It's unthinkable. The Mitchells are the wealthiest clan. How could he wind up here too?"

"Nothing's beyond the realm of possibility. Perhaps I don't grasp your social circles, but I understand that those deemed useless are cast aside."

Alexander was indeed a discarded individual.

However, he wasn't actually operating sewing machines in jail. He was in a psychiatric facility.

The physician claimed he suffered from acute schizophrenia. I was uncertain if this diagnosis was accurate or fabricated.

That is, until the day I encountered him once more.

The educational institution organized for students to perform community service at hospitals and care homes.

I stumbled upon him while tidying rooms at the psychiatric ward.

Alexander was perched quietly in an armchair, engrossed in a book, donning blue and white striped hospital attire.

Without warning, he glanced up and noticed me.

Alexander's face lit up with a smile: "Lily, you truly came to visit me."