Chapter 285

Colin was silent when we made our way back to the ward. I was feeling anxious as well.

I had heard about depression. It was a mental illness, triggered by a traumatizing event. In some serious cases, the patients might turn violent or take their own lives.

When I was studying at university, the sister of one of my coursemates had postpartum depression and jumped off a building, leaving behind a one-month-old baby.

If Felix took his life too, I…

I was too afraid to imagine further.

"Calm down, Colin. Maybe the diagnosis is wrong. The doctor only suspects it, doesn't he? Perhaps Felix will return to normal tomorrow morning."

Colin patted my head and pulled me into his embrace. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Yes… Thank you, Lulu."

…

The next afternoon, I came to the ward with the dinner Mom had prepared.

The ward door was ajar. I heard movement from the bed. Felix was sitting against the pillow with a stoic face.

Colin sat on a stool in front of him. They were having a