Chapter 1788

Fabian momentarily hesitated before turning around. The two towering men stood at the entrance of the ward. From time to time, they would look into the ward. They saw that Madeline was still curled up on the hospital bed, eyes shut, frowning. This worried them. "Fab, did Eveline and her husband not have a good relationship? Why would she speak like that?" Evan voiced the doubts he had as he started analyzing. "Besides, the symptoms that she displayed were odd. A second ago, she was a determined lady, the next second, she became an insecure lady. She doesn’t have Dissociative Identity Disorder, does she?" Evan ended up reaching such a far-fetched conclusion. Fabian frowned when he heard this. "Dissociative Identity Disorder?" Fabian too was deep in his thoughts, but he felt that the possibility of what Evan had said could be high. That was because when they contrasted the two versions of Madeline, it truly seemed to match the symptoms of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Howeve