Chapter 298 Not Human
Dylan felt the doctor's words were even more pleasant than piano music.
"What method?"
The doctor glanced toward the ward and said thoughtfully, "For mental illness, the most important treatment is psychological."
"As long as we can improve his mental state, that will do more good than any medication."
"After the patient wakes up, take him outside more often to get some sun and fresh air. Try not to leave him alone with his thoughts for too long."
The doctor looked at Dylan, paused, then continued.
"Patients with mental health issues tend to overthink when they're left on their own."
"That will only make his condition worse."
After hearing the doctor's explanation, Dylan felt both anxious and troubled.
Of course, he wanted William to live well, but he had no right to tell William how to live his life.
The doctor gave a few more instructions before leaving.
Dylan leaned against the doorframe, staring blankly at William, who hadn't woken up yet.
"Mr. Spencer, even Ms. Tudor is watching over you."
"She must have heard my prayers and helped you turn the corner."
"Why won't you give yourself a break?"
Dylan shook his head. Now all he could do was wait—wait for William's anesthesia to wear off.
When he woke up, he would definitely want to know about Isla's situation.
The morning passed, and William, lying in the hospital bed, still hadn't woken up.
He was having a very long dream.
In the dream, he was walking across a vast snowy plain when suddenly the ground gave way beneath his feet, and he fell into a bottomless abyss.
He could feel his body plummeting.
He reached out, trying to grab onto something, but failed several times.
The snowy plain disappeared, leaving only darkness around him.
He had no idea where this bottomless pit was leading.
Could it be hell?
He felt as if he'd fallen all the way to the earth's core, about to drop straight through to the other side of the world.
He shouted into the darkness, "God, why do you always have it in for me?"
"Are you finally coming to kill me?"
"I won't let you succeed."
William's hands flailed wildly in the endless darkness.
His fingernails finally caught something soft, like a blanket.
Suddenly, his body stopped falling, as if something soft and cushiony had caught him.
Then he heard Dylan's voice.
"Mr. Spencer..."
"Mr. Spencer, are you having a nightmare?"
In the endless darkness, a tiny glimmer of light finally appeared.
Then the darkness was driven away by brightness.
When he opened his eyes, sunlight was streaming over him.
Dylan was standing on his right, talking to him continuously.
Seeing him open his eyes, Dylan smiled with relief.
"Mr. Spencer, you're finally awake."
"I saw your hands moving around and figured you must be having a nightmare."
The warm sunlight drove away the cold.
As the light shone on him, he turned his head toward where it was coming from.
Then he heard children playing and chasing each other in the courtyard outside the window.
The pure laughter of children gradually brought his consciousness back.
"I'm fine."
Just like before, he refused treatment and pulled the IV needle from the back of his hand.
Then he threw off the blanket and put his feet on the floor.
He glanced at the lively scene outside the window and said flatly,
"Discharge me!"
Dylan quickly walked over and said, following beside William.
"The doctor said your body needs rest."
"Leaving the hospital now is too risky."
But William wouldn't listen to him at all.
Left with no choice, Dylan changed his approach.
"Mr. Spencer..."
"Don't you want to punish Isla yourself?"
"If your body can't hold up, Isla will get away with everything."
William stopped in his tracks, stunned, and turned to look at him.
"How is Isla?"
Seeing his attitude finally change, Dylan quickly continued.
"She's very healthy and in good spirits."
"I think she's doing quite well."
William's tone grew colder. "We can't let her be too comfortable."
He paused, then continued.
"Play those videotapes for her."
"Let her enjoy watching her own performance under the overpass."
Dylan nodded and was about to message his subordinates.
William continued.
"Don't deal with Juniper's body yet. Let it sit for a few more days."
William had made up his mind. He already knew exactly how he wanted to handle Juniper's body.
He wanted to let this "godmother and goddaughter" pair enjoy each other's company one last time.
After all, in a few days, Isla would never see her again.
He decided to let this "godmother and goddaughter" pair be joined together in another way.
After all, when Isabella was alive, Isla loved Juniper so much.
Now that Juniper was dead, William wasn't heartless.
He saw himself as the most compassionate person—other people just didn't understand him.
"In two days, grind up Juniper's body and turn it into a special kind of dog food."
"From now on, have Isla eat this special dog food to nourish her body."
"Yes!" Dylan nodded in agreement, even though he thought this idea was too crazy.
Isla wasn't Juniper's real mother, but if she ate Juniper bit by bit...
Would that count as some kind of blood tie?
Before Dylan could think it through, he filed it away in his mind.
Seeing William standing by the bed, he said softly,
"Mr. Spencer, let me take you downstairs for some fresh air."
This time, William didn't refuse.
He let Dylan follow him down to the open area outside the hospital.
Besides the two of them, there were others in hospital gowns, accompanied by nurses or family members.
Suddenly, a five-year-old girl's ball rolled to William's feet.
The little girl blinked her bright eyes, stood in front of William, and said in a sweet, childlike voice,
"Sir, can you help me pick up my ball?"
William looked at the child, then suddenly said harshly,
"Get lost!"
The little girl was scared to tears by his outburst.
William kicked the ball on the ground away.
Soon, people gathered around, pointing at William and badmouthing him.
"How can you be so mean?"
"Exactly, hitting a little girl—are you even human?"
"Absolutely terrible, you psycho."
William looked at their expressions, his face unmoved. He didn't even bother to explain.
He just turned and walked toward the hospital exit, not even bothering to change out of his hospital gown.
Dylan frowned. The plan to let William recover in the hospital had been ruined by these people.
He looked back at the little girl and finally understood why William had suddenly lashed out at her.
Because the little girl actually looked somewhat like the deceased Juniper.
Seeing the bodyguards step in, those persistent people finally realized they'd bitten off more than they could chew.
One by one, they quietly slipped away.
Even though William hadn't actually hit anyone.