Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 2287

"After Uncle Jim lost his memory, he thought that Aunt Bonnie was a cunning woman without any evidence. He even said that all the things Aunt Bonnie did were to trick him."

Nigel pushed his glasses upward the bridge of his nose. "Harvey has inherited this trait from Uncle Jim."

Looking at how calm and mature her brother was, Nellie ran upstairs, biting her lip. "Nigel, Nigel! Since you're very, very talented, can you find out if Aunt Bonnie is Number-9?"

Nigel passed the documents to Nellie and raised his head to look at the far distance." If you can get Nigel to bake more cake for me, I can get more information for you." This took Nellie aback for a few seconds before she burst into laughter. "Deal. I'll go find him now!"

Neil's culinary skills had improved a great deal, and at times, the food he made tasted far better than what they had from restaurants. Both Nellie and Nigel had been craving a particular cake Neil had baked last time ever since they had a taste, but it was their collective ego that prevented them from telling Neil this.

Since Nigel had leverage over Nellie, he found the chance to have his sister fulfill his craving.

Of course, Nellie was willing to do it since Neil would bake more than one portion. She was killing two birds with one stone, basically; in retrieving information about Aunt Bonnie and Number-9 and also the cake from Neil!

Luna and Joshua had arrived at the psychiatry department located in the city center of Merchant City.

"Mr. Roberts had been quiet ever since he was admitted here. All he did was stare at the wall in front of him for many hours." As the doctor brought Luna and Joshua to Christopher's ward, he sighed and explained, "He doesn't look like a person who had gone crazy, but he was no doubt disoriented when he first came here.

"He kept on going about killing someone and saving someone... After so many years, he's the second person who exhibited symptoms like these."

Luna furrowed her brows and walked alongside the doctor, asking, "There's another one who had similar symptoms as him? Who..." "He's Christopher's father, Larry Roberts." The doctor sighed. "Larry was a patient in this hospital, too. He kept on yelling every day about 'killing someone' ;a#:XJW< ' saving someone'.

"Most of the time, he was like any normal person, but he couldn't be provoked. Even after many treatments, he'd collapse once provoked by something he saw or heard."

Luna frowned unconsciously. "So you're saying...he can't accept people or things that can elicit reactions from him?"

"Something like that." Visibly distressed, the doctor continued, "We hadn't fully understood Larry's condition, and now his son, Christopher, is also suffering from the same illness. There's no telling when a medicine that could treat such a rare mental illness will surface."

Soon, they arrived at Christopher's ward. Through the window bars, Luna tried calling Christopher's name with a smile.

A few minutes later, the man who had been staring at the wall raised his head. His black pupils suggested that the man was crazy and dangerous.

"How dare you show yourself here?"