?<strong>Chapter 866:</strong>


    Kallie caressed Brysen’s hair as Brysen slept peacefully, a mournful smile tinged with a glint of vengeance flickering across her face.


    “Thanks. This time, I won’t let them slip through our fingers. I’ll make sure they endure the same torment that Brysen has suffered.”


    Collecting herself, Kallie rose to dress her own wounds. yton remained close, his relief evident as Kallie finally took a step forward. Without hesitation, he followed her lead.


    Suddenly, Kallie halted, a troubling thought shing through her mind.


    “Where is Neal?”


    yton exhaled heavily…


    “He was the first one here this morning. The sight of Brysen in such a state… It was too much. He dashed off, and we’ve lost track of him.”


    Kallie’s heart sank further, and she turned to yton, her voice tinged with concern.


    “Send someone to look for Neal. He’s clearly distressed, and in such a fragile state, he might end up in danger.”


    yton nodded solemnly.


    “I’ve observed the bond between them. Neal isn’t one to abandon Brysen. Perhaps…”


    yton shifted the conversation.


    “Let’s have Neal take care of Brysen,” he said to Kallie.


    “Keeping Brysen with you might constantly dredge up her old memories,plicating her psychological recovery.”


    yton’s brow creased with worry.


    “The doctor has diagnosed Brysen as being in a fragile, unstable mental state. Considering you’re already juggling the needs of three kids, this situation could be overwhelming.”


    Kallie’s expression tightened, concern coloring her features.


    “But I’d feel more secure knowing Brysen is under my own roof, where I can watch over her.”


    yton, seeing her unease, continued to coax gently.


    “I get that, Kallie. However, Neal has a genuine connection with Brysen. Perhaps his presence might actually speed up her healing. It’s worth considering, don’t you think?”


    Kallie mulled over his points and found logic in his words. Still, her worries gnawed at her.


    Just then, the door creaked open, and the doctor stepped through.


    Kallie approached the doctor swiftly, her voiceced with anxiety.


    “Can you tell me how she’s doing? Is it really that bad?”


    The doctor’s nod was grave.


    “The patient is wrestling with a tumultuous mental state,pounded by severe physical injuries. Luckily, her life isn’t in danger at the moment. She’spletely shut herself off, refusing allmunication. A secluded, tranquil environment would be ideal for her, a ce to heal without reminders of her trauma. The fewer the faces from her past around, the better her chances of a swifter recovery.”


    The doctor paused, weighing his next words carefully.


    “Given her precarious state, she’s like a ticking time bomb. It’s unpredictable what might set her off.”


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