Outside the asylum.
In the black Masevati, Nellie crossed her arms over her chest and curled up in a corner of the car in anger. "Nigel, how could you? I didn't even have much time t o talk to Mommy!"
Not far away from her, Nigel had his laptop open on his lap, his short fingers tapping away at the keyboard as if he could not hear her at all.
Nellie felt even worse now. She snatched Nigel's laptop out of his lap. "Stop playing! Didn't you see what Mommy looked like just now!"
The little girl bit her lip, aggrieved tears swimming in her eyes. "Daddy lied! Mommy is suffering here, I can tell! Nigel, you're a bad guy too! You stopped me from spending more time with Mommy!"
She came here happily today, thinking that Mommy was really just sick. But after she arrived, she realized this was not a hospital at all, it was more like a prison that kept her Mommy locked up!
Seeing his sister's reaction, Nigel sighed faintly. He took his laptop out of her hands and showed his sister the information displayed on the screen. "I looked into it. Mommy was locked up here because a group of internationally renowned doctors conducted a psychiatric assessment on Mommy and she was
diagnosed with mental illness. That means, Mr. Lynch only sent Mommy here because he truly believes that she is mentally ill. And what's interesting is that Mr. Robert Jenson not only diagnosed Mommy with mental illness, he also diagnosed Ms. Fiona Blake to b e critically ill."
Nellie's eyes widened instantly. "Both reports are fake?"
"Most probably." Nige lowered his head and continued tapping away at the keyboard, his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke, "Don't forget our goal in coming here today. We're not here to bond with Mommy, we’re here to confirm her location and the things she experienced."
The little guy handed a pen and a piece of paper to Nellie. "You have a good memory, almost perfect and you're good at drawing. Did you take a good look at the structure of the building and the directions?"
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