“Brother. I was so scared… I thought you wouldn’t come back…”
“They said something happened to you… that you’d never come back..”
“They injected me every day… said I was crazy… forced me to bark like a dog…”
“If I didn’t listen… they wouldn’t feed me… and they’d beat me…”
My heart twisted in agony as I gently stroked her hair:
“On sorry, Clara, brother came late.”
“But it’s okay now Brother’s taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again.”
In the following days, I took my sister to the best private hospital.
The examination results made me want to kill.
“Mr. Sterling, your sister’s body tested positive for residues of multiple sedatives and psychiatric drugs,” the attending physician said gravely.
“Long–term injection of these drugs has caused some damage to her nervous system.”
“Even more seriously, she has multiple injuries on her body, some already scabbed,
others fresh. They need immediate treatment.”
“Can she be cured?”
The doctor sighed: “Physical injuries can heal over time, but psychological trauma
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requires long–term treatment.”
“She is currently suffering from severe PTSD, with extreme distrust of people and even identity disorder.”
“From her behavior, it appears she was forced into certain behavioral training, such as barking like a dog, which is extremely humiliating.”
“This trauma is very deep and requires a professional psychological treatment team.”
I looked at my sister through the glass, where she lay curled up in the hospital bed. Even in her sleep, her brow was deeply furrowed, as if she were having a nightmare.
Just now, when the nurse changed her clothes, she screamed, repeatedly apologizing, as if she had committed some grave error.
I fought back tears, turning to ask the doctor: “How long will it take?”
The doctor shook his head: “That depends on the patient’s own recovery ability. It could take months, or even years.”
“But most importantly, she needs a safe environment and family support.””
I nodded: “No matter how long it takes, I’ll be with her.”
“I want the best treatment team, at any cost.”
Leaving the hospital, I went straight to the detention center.
Mark, Brenda, and Victoria had been formally arrested, awaiting trial.
Through the glass, I looked at the haggard Mark across from me.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked coldly.
Mark lowered his head, his voice hoarse:
“Alex, I know I was wrong, please help me…”
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I scoffed: