Chapter 30 Take Me Back

Since the day when Cynthia came to her sense, Isreal had been by her side every day. On this day, Cynthia was pushed out of the psychiatric room in the wheelchair, and Isreal hurriedly approached her. "How is your condition? Did you enjoy chatting with the doctor today?" Hearing his words, Cynthia gave a wee smile. Isreal helped her push the chair. "Mr. Morris, I'm not a child anymore. Can you stop teaching me in the tone of a babysitter?" As soon as Cynthia's words were spoken, Isreal lightly patted on the back of her head. "You always disliked my being reticent. But now you still don't like me to speak too much. Wait and see. I will teach you a lesson and let you respect me!" Cynthia rubbed the back of her head, smiling more cheerfully. Though still feeling the pain, she complained jokingly. "What's wrong with what I said? Don't you admit it yourself? By the way, I am a patient, and I still have a wound on my head." Cynthia said and pointed back at the bandage on her he