Chapter 147 Make Her Believe She's Edith
No one could guarantee that their next decision wouldn't shatter Caroline completely.
Under the immense pressure, a young doctor spoke up, hesitant.
"Mr. Hamilton, perhaps... we could avoid heavy medication and focus on treating the psychosis directly."
Alexander turned his gaze to him, slow and deliberate.
The attending physician leaned over and nudged the younger doctor — a warning.
In a situation like this, it was best to let Alexander make the choice himself. Even if someone else had a solution, it wasn't their place to speak.
If things went wrong, they couldn't bear the consequences.
The young doctor caught the warning, hesitated, then closed his mouth.
Alexander stayed silent for a few seconds before finally speaking.
"What method? Tell me. Whatever happens, I won't hold it against you."
The young doctor thought for a moment, then, driven by professional instinct, gathered his courage.
"Last night, when Mrs. Hamilton had her episode, we used a quick psychological suggestion to calm her — essentially, basic hypnosis."
"The conditions were far from ideal, and it wasn't professional. But Mrs. Hamilton believed she wasn't pregnant, and she calmed down fast. That suggests hypnosis might work for her."
An older doctor frowned, raising an objection.
"Hypnosis can be useful in trauma therapy, yes. But Mrs. Hamilton's belly will grow — that's a fact she can't ignore. Even under hypnosis, she can't truly believe she's not pregnant. When she realizes, the shock will be worse."
The young doctor shook his head.
He looked up, met Alexander's eyes, and spoke carefully.
"No... I don't mean hypnotize her to ignore the pregnancy."
"I mean deep hypnosis. Psychological reconstruction. Make her believe she's someone else — someone without those memories, without that pain."
Alexander's expression darkened. "Like who?"
The young doctor took a deep breath. "Ms. Edith Neville."
Alexander's head snapped up, his gray-blue eyes churning like a storm.
"How dare you!"
He stood, glaring at the doctor, stepping closer.
"You're suggesting we use hypnosis to make her think she's... Edith? You want to erase her memory with this sick trick?! She is who she is!"
But even as he said it, Alexander heard the irony.
Hadn't he been the one who forced Caroline to pretend to be Edith?
Hadn't he used that as her punishment? Her penance?
Why couldn't he accept it now when someone else suggested it?
The young doctor went pale, stepping back twice, but pressed on.
"Mr. Hamilton, please! There are other options, but from a treatment perspective, deep hypnosis — building an identity around Ms. Edith Neville — is the most feasible way to protect both Mrs. Hamilton and the baby!"
He didn't dare pause, afraid of being cut off.
"Think about it! If we create a completely new identity, we'd have to fabricate an entire life — background, family, experiences, relationships... everything. And we'd need evidence to support it, evidence that could never be contradicted by daily details or her own logic. That's nearly impossible! The moment she notices something wrong, the hypnosis fails. And the psychological collapse would be catastrophic!"
"But Ms. Edith Neville is different! Mrs. Hamilton grew up with her. They're twins. They share the same face! Mrs. Hamilton knows her childhood, her preferences, her habits, her relationships. It's the perfect foundation! She won't question herself because her appearance matches the identity. And more importantly..."
"From Ms. Edith Neville's perspective, all the trauma doesn't exist. That identity is untainted."
Alexander felt like he'd been struck.
He didn't want to accept it. Every part of him resisted.
Even though the doctor's logic was sound.
Why?
Was it because he finally saw how cruel his own actions had been?
Or because he was starting to see Caroline as her own person — not a replacement, not a tool for atonement?
Or was it... that even Edith, the woman he'd once loved most, was no longer perfect in his mind?
He couldn't tell anymore.
While he wrestled with himself, a nurse rushed out of the room.
"Mr. Hamilton! Mrs. Hamilton... I think she's waking up!"
Everyone tensed.
No one knew how Caroline would spiral this time. No one could guarantee she wouldn't harm herself.
No one could watch her twenty-four hours a day to keep her safe.
The young doctor glanced at Liam behind Alexander — a silent plea for help.
Liam clenched his fists.
As the person who knew Alexander and Caroline's five-year entanglement best, he understood how deeply ironic this proposal was.
It felt like the ultimate mockery of everything Alexander had clung to. Like a voice saying, "See? You finally got what you wanted."
But logic told Liam the doctor might be right.
This might be the only way to stabilize Caroline's fragile mind without harming her body — and save the unexpected life growing inside her.
He stepped forward, half a step.
"Sir, I know this is hard. But Mrs. Hamilton's condition can't wait. Next time she breaks, we don't know what'll happen. This baby... it might be her only hope. And maybe... your only chance at redemption."
Alexander's shoulders trembled slightly.
He looked blankly at the tense, worried faces around him. Finally, his gaze landed on the closed door.
Behind it was the woman he'd hated for five years — only to realize he might have been wrong the entire time. And a child conceived because of him, who might never be born because of him.
Finally, Alexander closed his eyes, despair written across his face.
"Do what you think is best."