Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 164

Chapter 164: CHAPTER 164 Chapter 164: CHAPTER 164 “Dr.

Jones…” The doctor next to him hesitated as this was clearly inhumane..

No conscientious doctor would want to torture a mental patient like this.

Dexter was a mental patient, but he was also a human being.

They looked away but didn’t dare to speak up.

In Huma Psychiatric Hospital, apart from the dean, Peter had the most power and Influence.

Not to mention, Peter was the dean’s son€“in€“law.

No one dared to defy or question him.

Peter glanced coldly at the doctor.

“This kind of experimental data is hard to come by.” I held Dexter’s hand tightly and glared angrily at Peter.

“You’re the real monster.” Peter just looked at me with an inscrutable expression.

On the side, Damien seemed to understand that something was wrong with Dexter.

“Dr.

Jones, you just need to take Dexter back as soon as possible.

There’s no need to…” “Damien,” Juliet interjected with teary eyes as she saw Damien wanting to intervene.

“Damien, when Dexter goes crazy, it’s too scary.

Let’s not interfere.

The doctor must have his reasons.” Damien frowned and subconsciously glanced at me.

He seemed to want me to beg him.

It looked like he would continue to speak for me as long as I begged him.

But I didn’t.

I just held Dexter’s hand tightly.

“Can you hold on?

Let’s go home?” Dexter’s breathing became heavier, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

He was like a walking corpse, numb and soulless.

The chemical drugs could imprison his soul and paralyze his body….

Peter raised the corners of his mouth, knowing that the drugs had taken effect.

“Dexter, come here,” he spoke again.

His voice held a hint of excitement, as if he was conducting some kind of bizarre experiment.

Dexter’s body stiffened for a moment.

His brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to endure and resist something.

He released the hand that had been protecting me..

At that moment, I couldn’t hold back my tears… I hugged him helplessly, not wanting him to be controlled by the drugs but knowing there was nothing I could do.

This wasn’t his intention.

“Dexter, push her away and come back with me,” Peter said again.

Dexter pushed me away and walked forward.

The doctors from the psychiatric hospital let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed there was nothing special after all, just that he was a bit more resistant to drugs than the average patient.

Peter raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, provoking me even more with his gaze.

“Damien, watch out for her.” He was warning Damien to keep an eye on me.

Damien came forward, trying to take my hand.

“Sophia, Dexter should go back and continue his treatment.” “Do you know what Europeans considered the most effective treatment for mental patients in the mid- 20th century?” Peter turned back, intentionally provoking me.

I clenched my fists tightly.

“Lobotomy…” Peter pointed to his brain.

“Peter!

I’ll kill you!” I lost control and rushed at him.

At that moment, I really wanted to kill him.

Damien wrapped his arms around me, trapping me in his embrace.

“Sophia!

Calm down!” I knew Peter was provoking me.

He didn’t have the right to perform such surgery on Dexter, but I was still afraid… These people’s fearlessness would make them disregard the law.

Suddenly, I understood what Dexter had said before.

We could run away, but we couldn’t escape forever.

Sophia… The escape he mentioned and the enemy he feared… Perhaps it was not humans but these chemical drugs that could control the human body, nerves, and cells.

Just like how no one could resist anesthetics, not even wild animals.

“Sophia, he’s a mental patient.

He should stay in the asylum.

Don’t let him out to harm others,” Juliet said with a cold smile, mocking me as if she had won.

Probably because I was agitated, I pushed Damien away, and my breathing became rapid.

My mind went blank once again… As before, when I regained consciousness, everyone looked at me in fear.

My hands were so painful they went numb, and they kept shaking uncontrollably.

I had smashed glass, letting the glass shards cut into my hands.

I stood there with blood covering my hands.

My voice was trembling as I called out to Dexter.

“Dexter… let’s go home.” He was following Peter numbly but stopped in his tracks after smelling the blood.

If protecting me was his instinct, would he become more lucid if I harmed myself?

“Sophia” Damien looked at me in panic, urgently calling for Angel to bring me the medical kit.

I frantically pushed Damien away and picked up the glass shard from the floor.

‘Dexter!

Let’s go home!” Just as I was about to stab my neck with the glass shard, Dexter’s hand suddenly lifted and grabbed the bloodied glass from my hand.

“Psycho!

Both of them are psychos… ” Juliet retreated in fear and fell down to the ground, fainting from the shock Her forehead was bleeding Only then did I realize I had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the glass.

“Ms.

Turner” the butler exclaimed.

Damien didn’t have time to think about it.

He rushed over to check on Juliet’s condition.

I didn’t care whether Juliet lived or died.

My hands trembled as I held Dexter’s face, my forehead pressed against his, speaking softly, “Dexter, let’s go home…” Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He stared at Dexter and me with cold eyes.

Then, he laughed maniacally.

Outside the courtyard, a car screeched to a halt.

Zion, Violette, and Eason had arrived.

Eason saw Dexter and me with blood on our hands and angrily pulled out a document.

“Jake has dropped the charge.

Dexter only got violent because he was provoked!” “We don’t believe that Dexter lacks the ability to control his actions.

He’s still a natural person.

His guardian will decide whether he stays or leaves!” I breathed a sigh of relief.

They were finally here… I had sent Zion a distress message when we were coming downstairs.

I hadn’t expected Eason to come to help Dexter… “Sophia…” Violette rushed over in panic, looking at my hands.

I smiled at her and shook my head.

We had finally… won for once.

Before Peter arrogantly took Dexter away, our helpers had arrived.

Peter looked at me coldly, his smile still playing on his lips as if to tell me that we could never escape.

“That lunatic gave him some kinds of drugs,” I whispered.

Eason got furious and punched Peter.

“It seems you’re the one who needs mental treatment.

Who allowed you to drug him?” Peter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing coldly.

“If you think the use of drugs is unreasonable, feel free to report me to the Health Commission or other departments.” Eason gritted his teeth.

“Of course, I’ll report you.” Peter laughed and left confidently.

He was confident that all his actions and treatments were reasonable.

“Dexter, let’s go home…” I took Dexter’s hand.

He looked dazed but obediently followed me like a puppet.

“Sophia!” Damien was holding Juliet as he rushed to the hospital, but he anxiously shouted my name, hoping I wouldn’t leave with Dexter.

“Take care of yourself and the woman in your arms.

Next time, I won’t just use her head to break the glass, “I warned coldly, leading Dexter into the car.

“Hey, I heard that these drugs can make people obedient and do whatever they’re told,” Eason said excitedly as he got in the car, looking at Dexter with great interest.

“Dexter, you’ve been drugged.

Be a good boy and call me ‘Master’.” I looked at Eason with a headache, tolerating him only because he had just punched Peter.

But he had gone too far.

While Dexter was unconscious, he tried to pinch Dexter’s face.

“I’ve always been jealous of you, genius.

You’re so handsome.

Let me, your master, touch you a bit,” Eason muttered.

“This opportunity won’t come again.” Suddenly, Eason’s screams filled the car as Dexter fiercely bit Eason’s hand, refusing to let go as if he had gone mad.

I was startled and quickly tried to pry Dexter’s jaw open.

“Dexter, be good.

If you keep biting, his finger will break…” Eason cried out in pain, cursing under his breath, “Damn it!

Did Peter give him expired drugs?

Let go!

Dexter, you damn…!” “Okay, okay, you’re my master!

Dexter, I was wrong!

Let go, Master!” I felt pity for Dexter, but Eason’s words made me laugh.

I found myself laughing even as tears streamed down my face.

This time, we had won.

But what about the next?

I held Dexter tightly.

How could I protect Dexter better?

Suddenly, a large truck sped out of an alley, heading straight for us.

At that moment, Dexter’s stiff body suddenly wrapped around me protectively.

My breathing quickened as my consciousness began to fade.

Protecting me… had become Dexter’s instinct.