Anna Carter wiped her tears. She could confirm that her son William Foster had always been perfectly fine, so how could he suddenly become insane?

Psychological trauma isn’t so easily cured; even if it’s treated for the moment, there’s still a chance of relapse.

How is this any different from mental illness?

They clearly used mental illness as an excuse to escape legal punishment, but never expected that the pretense would become reality, actually driving her perfectly healthy son mad.

Considering that the bodyguard captain Robert Gray had been loyal for so many years, Charles Foster suppressed his anger and asked, “Mr. Gray, what exactly happened to Will Foster? What did he encounter, how did he suffer psychological trauma?”

Although the boss didn’t speak harshly, Robert Gray still felt a chill in his heart and replied in a low voice, “Boss, Young Master William was perfectly fine when he came out of the detention center, until the hospital…”

Robert Gray seemed to suddenly remember something, and his expression changed slightly.

“What about the hospital?”

The change in the bodyguard captain’s expression did not escape Charles Foster’s notice, and his tone carried an invisible pressure.

“At the hospital, Young Master did shout and scream like this once, but he quickly returned to normal. I thought…”

Robert Gray felt a bit of regret. At that time, Young Master William was already showing some abnormal signs, but he hadn’t taken it seriously, which led to the current outbreak.

“Go get the evaluation report, and make sure it’s detailed.”

Charles Foster did not take out his anger on the bodyguard captain because of his son’s situation. He knew Robert Gray didn’t have the means, nor could he have colluded with outsiders to harm William Foster. Offending someone from the Foster family—no matter how far you run, it’s useless.

Something unknown must have happened to make William Foster like this.

“Yes, Boss!”

Robert Gray knew this was his chance to make up for his mistake and hurried off to make arrangements.

Fifteen minutes later, a printed electronic copy of the detailed evaluation report, physiological data fluctuation charts, and a full audio recording of the diagnosis were delivered to Charles Foster.

“Please sit down, relax, just treat this as a casual chat.”

“There’s a million in this card. As long as you write a few words, it’s yours.”

“So much money!”

……

“If you don’t give me this report, I, I…”

“Snake! Snake! A big snake!”

“There’s no snake!”

……

“You’re at home, lying in bed, dreaming…”

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Section 7 Home

The recorded audio was crystal clear, as if recreating the scene. You could clearly hear that William Foster was normal at first, even trying to bribe the young psychologist doing the evaluation, but then suddenly panicked and started screaming. After a burst of chaos, there was the sound of him rushing out, and even the commotion in the corridor was captured.

Afterwards, William Foster was brought back to the consultation room, and the psychologist’s mesmerizing voice sounded. As Charles Foster and Robert Gray listened to the recording, they both felt a momentary daze, then realized—it was hypnosis.

The reason William Foster was able to quietly return home from the hospital was probably thanks to hypnosis.

“It’s hypnosis. This doctor is very professional!”

The community doctor, who had never left, widened his eyes and exclaimed.

He had just given William Foster a sedative injection. All medicine has side effects; no matter what kind of sedative, none has fewer side effects than hypnosis, which acts directly on the mind. The skill lies in the practitioner, and not all psychologists can do this.

In a way, the Foster family got what they asked for and brought this on themselves. The community doctor hid his schadenfreude well.

“Could it be that psychologist’s doing?”

William Foster’s mother Anna Carter pointed the finger directly at Abraham Lincoln.

Unexpectedly, this only made her more convinced that he was the culprit who drove her son mad.

A woman’s intuition is truly frightening—she actually guessed the truth by accident.

“Well, I don’t know about that!”

The community doctor didn’t dare touch this topic. The grudges of the wealthy are too deep for him to get involved.

“Anna Carter, don’t make accusations without evidence.”

Charles Foster frowned. One problem after another—he didn’t want more trouble at this critical moment.

The psychologist who evaluated William Foster had, as they wished, issued a certificate confirming mental illness. They absolutely couldn’t contradict themselves now by saying William Foster had no mental illness before and was just trying to use the report to escape legal responsibility.

Some things can’t be brought to light. If the Foster family nitpicked this report, not only would all the money and connections they’d invested be wasted, but they’d also offend many people by going back on their word.

“Will Foster was always fine, but as soon as he met him, he wasn’t. It must be him—he knows evil arts. Who else could it be?”

Her son was always her dearest. Anna Carter wailed and cursed the psychologist who evaluated her son.

The community doctor, who was considering giving William Foster’s mother a sedative injection as well, couldn’t help but smile wryly. Hypnosis isn’t inherently good or evil; it all depends on the practitioner.

By that logic, wouldn’t all locksmiths be thieves just because they can pick locks?

“Dr. Walker, do you know any psychologists who can take a look at Will Foster? Not from the Seventh People’s Hospital—anyone in or out of the province is fine.”