Just as Yale teached for his phone to call the police, Sasha snatched it right out of his hand.
“No, no, that’s not necessary! Look, I only came to visit my husband. Why blow things out of proportion?”
With that, she tried to leave.
This time, Tyler didn’t stop Sasha. He let her walk, but he blocked the man who was about <i>to </i>follow her
out.
The man froze the moment Tyler stepped in front of him. Just one look at Tyler, and he knew instantly this wasn’t someone ordinary. Tyler’s aura screamed wealth and power. Uneasy, the man blurted out,” What are you doing?”
Tyler narrowed his eyes, sizing him up from head to toe.
“She is Mr. Lloyd’s wife, but who exactly are you supposed to be?”
Sasha had just started to feel relieved that she had made it out, but when she realized Dr. Frank <b>was </b>being held back, panic shed across her face. Afraid Tyler might uncover the doctor’s true identity<b>, </b>she quickly cut in.
“He’s our family’s driver!<b>” </b>
She hadn’t even thought about it before saying it out loud.
Tyler raised his brows. He was clearly unconvinced.
He turned to face Jim. <b>“</b>Mr. Lloyd, is this your driver?<b>” </b>
Jim could barely speak anymore. Tyler saw him struggle to move his lips but fail to form any <b>words</b>.
Tyler leaned closer and said gently, “You don’t need to talk. Just nod or shake your head.”
<b>He </b>repeated patiently<b>, </b><b>“</b>Is this man your driver<b>?</b><b>” </b>
With great effort<b>, </b>Jim shook his head.
Tyler nodded thoughtfully before turning back to re at Sasha. “You heard him. He’s not the driver. So what is he<b>, </b>your secret lover<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Sasha’s gaze instantly sharpened. “What nonsense are you spouting, Mr. Hunt? Do you have any proof <b>of </b>what you just said? If not, I can sue you for nder!”
“Go ahead, sue me. But before that, <b>I </b>think we should definitely run a background check on this man.”
Tyler started to turn toward Yale to give the order, but before he could, the man broke down.
“I’m a doctor! A licensed physician! Not a lover, not a driver. Mrs. Lloyd asked me toe and examine Mr. Lloyd. She suspects that<b>, </b>given his current condition, his brain might have suffered trauma. She believes he’s showing signs of mental instability.”
Just from that exnation, Tyler instantly understood what Sasha was <b>trying </b>to do.
He asked the doctor coolly, “So you’re saying <b>you </b>can tell all that just by looking at him, with no real
tests<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Yes. It’s obvious. The mental state of a healthy person and that of someone with mental issues arepletely different.”
Tyler seemed surprised. “Are you that capable?”
Dr. Frank gave Tyler a measured nce and circled him slowly before speaking again.
“If I’m not mistaken, you suffered some kind of trauma as a child. It left <b>you </b>with deep insecurity, probably insomnia as well. <b>You </b>can only fall asleep to a certain sound. And not just any <b>sound</b><b>–</b>you’re very particr about which one.”
Tyler hadn’t said a word, but Yale and Xavier were already stunned.
Xavier immediately stepped forward, his tonepletely different from before. He grabbed Dr. Frank’s hand eagerly.
<b>“</b><b>You’re </b><b>a </b>genius doctor! A psychiatrist, right? Tell me, is there any way <b>to </bpletely <b>cure </b>his condition<b>?</b><b>” </b>