Chapter 3

The elder brother's gaze lingered on me for a long while before he finally spoke softly.

"Call a psychiatrist. Her deranged state is troubling to watch."

The psychiatrist arrived quickly. Several people stood by my bedside, waiting for the doctor to make an assessment of my condition.

But as soon as the doctor reached out, I immediately sat up in bed and began mechanically removing my clothes, muttering as I did so.

"Are you new here? I haven't seen you before. Do you have any food? I'll give you my body if you can give me something to eat."

"I couldn't snatch any food from those beasts' mouths yesterday. I haven't eaten in a day... I'm so hungry, I'm really so hungry..."

My elder brother grabbed my hand, stopping my actions.

"Vivienne, this is the Sterling Family Estate. It's your home. Look carefully at who's in front of you!"

Only then did I realize I was in a spacious, bright bedroom, not in a dim, small room.

In front of me was a doctor wearing a white coat, not those disgusting men from the fight club reeking of foul odors.

I nodded obediently, not making any other moves.Big brother stood up and stepped aside. I saw him turn to Fletcher and ask:

"You brought her back, but didn't prepare any food for her?"

Fletcher froze for a moment, pursing his lips without answering the question.

The doctor asked me many questions, which I answered honestly one by one. Throughout the whole process, I was very cooperative.

I was afraid. I feared that if I didn't behave, my brothers and Fletcher would send me back to the fight club.

After the questioning, the doctor nodded gravely and stood up, looking at the four men standing by my bed.

"Miss Stratton's condition isn't good. She's suspected of having severe post-traumatic stress disorder. She's already started experiencing hallucinations, possibly accompanied by schizophrenia. She can't distinguish whether her current environment is real or not, nor can she differentiate between fantasy and reality."

"I suggest you arrange for her to be admitted to the hospital for systematic treatment as soon as possible, and meanwhile investigate what she's been through."

The men were thunderstruck, momentarily stunned into silence.

Violet, who had been standing behind my brothers without speaking, chose this moment to speak up."Doctor, I've heard that psychological disorders can't be accurately diagnosed just through questioning and preliminary assessments. Don't you need to use sophisticated equipment to get precise results?"

The doctor glanced at Violet and nodded.

"Yes, it's true that verbal diagnosis alone isn't sufficient for a conclusive psychiatric evaluation. That's why I said it's suspected..."

Fletcher let out a derisive laugh, cutting off the doctor's words.

"Well, there you have it! I told you she was faking. If putting on a little act means you've got a mental illness, then I must be schizophrenic too!"

"Come on, we all know Vivienne. She's always been manipulative and cunning. Let's not fall for her tricks again."

The eldest brother, however, seemed hesitant.

"We should still take her to the hospital for a thorough check-up. If there's an issue, it's better to intervene and treat it early."

The second brother waved his hand impatiently.

"Enough, big bro. I know you're cautious, but aren't you being a bit over-the-top? If we need to get her checked, it can wait a couple of days. Today's not the day."

"Have you forgotten about the welcome-home party the Stratton Family Estate has prepared for Vivienne tonight? We don't have time to go to the hospital today."

The third brother chimed in at this point."Hey bro, ever since the news broke about us sending Vivienne to that fight club, our Landis Group stock has been in free fall. We can't afford any slip-ups at today's welcome-home party. It's our only shot at salvaging the company's reputation."