My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 725

Jack's expression darkened further.

Cooper snapped out of his shock and opened up the small table by the edge of the bed and slid it

toward Genevieve after placing her breakfast on it.

“You haven't eaten for days. Have some food first.”

“Hmm, I am hungry.” Nathalia did not seem to have the intention to budge as she said lazily, “Feed

me.”

Cooper was stumped. However, he opened up the box of food as requested.

Jack suddenly lurched forward and pushed Cooper out of the way. He dragged Nathalia out of the bed

forcefully. Losing her balance, Nathalia almost stumbled to the ground. Jack carried her and stormed

out of the private ward.

He headed for the psychiatrist's office, placed her on the hospital bed, and demanded, “Something is

not right with her. Please check her out.”

The psychiatrist knew who Jack was and dared not offend him. Hence, he asked the nurse to

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reschedule his other patients.

He then brought Nathalia to the diagnosis room and asked her in private, “You said you are Nathalia,

Genevieve's sister. Do you remember how old are you?”

“We're twins.” Nathalia crossed her legs and leaned against the couch.

The doctor winced at her reply and jotted it down in his notebook.

Over the course of the next hour, the psychiatrist asked Nathalia a myriad of questions in a gentle tone,

to which she answered accordingly.

He tried to entrap her so that Nathalia would take the bait and fall under his hypnosis.

However, the woman just would not fall for any of his attempts.

“Doctor, I've seen right through your tricks.” Nathalia was tired of keeping up an appearance after

beating around the bush with the doctor for ten minutes. She propped her chin and smiled at the

doctor. “Do you want to give it a try by using a clock or an incense stick?”

The psychiatrist was rendered speechless.

Nathalia folded her legs the other way round, crisscrossed her hands, and placed them on her

abdomen. “Since you're the head of the department here, and judging by your age, you should have

been in his field for a long time. I believe you have met all kinds of patients, no? When our mother was

pregnant with us, the nutrients that my sister and I had were limited. So, Genevieve devoured me in

order to survive.”

The psychiatrist kept his head lowered as he scribbled notes. “And then?”

“Genevieve ate me, so the two of us merged into one.” The smile on Nathalia's face faltered. “I

watched as Mom and Dad doted on her, as did Cooper when she was growing up. I watched her make

friends, get married, and everything else, as she lived her life while I'm stuck in this small and

suffocating room, unable to do anything about it. I grew jealous of her. I wanted to grow up too. I

wanted to feel what it was like to be doted on by Mom and Dad. I wanted to have a boyfriend of my

own, but no matter how hard I tried, my efforts were in vain.”

Then, she paused for a moment, as if recalling something. “Oh, right. One day, I noticed that the door

to my small room was open. I knew that I could finally have my escape. However, when I was about to

step out of it, the door was slammed shut in my face. If no one had saved Genevieve that day, I would

have been free,” she said wistfully and paused.

Then, she regained her composure and continued, “I thought I would forever be doomed to be confined

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in the small room. But that door opened up again yesterday,” Nathalia smiled. "I was finally able to step

out of it this time. I saw the sun shining brightly, and Genevieve who was basking in its glory...”

The psychiatrist's pen paused for a moment and had a hunch of what was going on. “So, you locked

your sister inside the small room?”

“Of course.”

There was a hidden camera on the vase placed on the cabinet right opposite the couch where Nathalia

was sitting.

Jack and Cooper could listen to every single word exchanged between the psychiatrist and Nathalia.

In fact, she was not sitting on a normal couch either. There was an implanted heart rate detector on the

armrest that could be used to infer if someone was lying.

Nathalia had her arms rested on the armrest the whole time. However, Jack noticed that her heart rate

had been normal—seventy- five to eighty beats per minute.

Her heartbeat had maintained at the normal resting heart rate throughout the whole exchange. This

meant that she was not lying.

The psychiatrist excused himself to the restroom, when in fact he headed to the treatment room next to

the diagnosis room and tactfully said to Jack, “I have treated patients like Ms. Rachford before. This is

known as a dissociative personality disorder. Multiple distinct personalities could emerge in the

patient's mind, each with their own model of thoughts.”

Cooper asked, “What causes dissociative personality disorder?”

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