Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

After Hector’s treatment, Cynthia had gotten much better.

But later, Shirley had come back. Selena had abandoned Cynthia and even hated her. Coupled with the betrayal of Lilian and Filip, Cynthia’s depression had relapsed and had even become bipolar.

That was why Cynthia had cut her wrists. It was Hector who had pulled her back from the brink of breakdown.

Cynthia was aware that there was a bomb buried in her heart. She appeared to be open–minded and carefree, but in fact, she struggled with these negative emotions every day. She had succeeded sometimes and had failed others.

What bothered Cynthia most was the splitting headache she would suffer when her illness flared up.

In fact, Cynthia had had headaches since childhood. Selena had maken her to many places for treatment. Cynthia had even stayed in Betrico for a while when she was young just to see the doctor.

Headaches had accompanied Cynthia as she grew up, but they didn’t happen frequently. Since all sorts of things had gone wrong three years ago, her condition was getting worse and worse. When she couldn’t stand the pain, she could only rely on. painkillers.

Cynthia pulled over on the side of the road. She took a small medicine box from the glove compartment with trembling hands. It was her usual painkiller.

Actually, she hadn’t taken painkillers for a long time. Since living with Jonathan, she had been sleeping much better, and her headaches hadn’t recurred.

Cynthia opened the medicine box, only to find it empty. The painkillers were finished.

Cynthia suddenly became angry. She searched every corner of the car but still couldn’t find any painkillers. Her head hurt like it was about to explode. She grew more and more irritable.

Her eyes rested on the diary. What Lilian had done once again emerged in her mind, getting on her nerves. She was getting more and more irascible.

Cynthia suddenly restarted the car and drove straight toward a condominium.

Despite her dizziness and splitting headache, Cynthia still drove all the way to Tulip Condominium because she knew that Lilian lived there now. She stumbled out of the car and then walked up to the second floor.

Cynthia barely held herself up. She stood at the door and knocked on it.

The door soon opened. Lilian stood there, looking surprised. “Cynthia, why are you here?”

Cynthia didn’t bother to talk with Lilian. She stretched out a hand and grabbed Lilian’s neck, her eyes red. “Lilian, why did you hurt me? I was so good to you. Why did you ruin everything for me?”

Cynthia tightened her grip on Lilian’s neck. She had practiced boxing and knew how to fight, so her strength was much greater than that of most people. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Being grabbed by the neck, Lilian couldn’t fight back. Her face flushed, but she couldn’t make a sound.

She could only use her fingers to pull away Cynthia’s hand around her neck. But no matter how hard she tried, Cynthia wouldn’t budge an inch.

Cynthia’s fingers continued to exert force. She was like a monstrous beast, her beautiful face hideous under the pale incandescent lamp. “Lilian, go to hell.” She pressed her fingers hard.

Lilian’s lips overflowed with blood, followed by her eyes, nose, and ears. Blood oozed out and flowed onto Cynthia’s hands, but Cynthia seemed to be oblivious.

Cynthia continued to exert more and more force with her hand. With a bone–cracking sound, she finally broke Lilian’s neck.

Cynthia suddenly woke up. “I killed someone. I killed someone. She looked around and found herself lying on a comfortable couch.

Cynthia sat up abruptly. She looked at her hands and murmured, “I killed someone. I killed someone. The scene of her killing Lilian just now kept popping into her mind, making her confused and short of breath.

A cup of warm milk was handed to Cynthia, and a gentle voice sounded ahead of her. “You didn’t kill anyone. You just had a hallucination.”

Cynthia held her face and breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I killed her.” Then, she calmed down and took the milk. “Dr. Xenos, how did I get here?”

Hector said. “You called me before the onset of illness, and I went there according to your location. When I arrived, your car was parked by the roadside, and you were already in a minor coma.”

Cynthia didn’t remember any of this. She paused and said, “My medicine’s run out. Can you prescribe me some more?”

“Sure.” Hector said, “Your illness has been stable for a long time. Why did it suddenly attack again? Was it because of this. diary!” When Hector had found Cynthia, the latter had held the Hiary tightly in her hand.

Hector handed over the diary. “Don’t worry. I didn’t read it.”

But Cynthia didn’t take it over. “You can read it. It may be helpful in the treatment of my condition.”

Hector was Cynthia’s psychiatrist and the only one who knew everything about her.

Whether it was about being sexually assaulted back then, being betrayed by Filip and Lilian, or keeping a man three years ago, Cynthia was completely open with Hector.

But after Cynthia’s condition had stabilized, they hadn’t been in touch for months.

Hector put away the diary and said, “Okay, then leave this diary here.”

Cynthia seemed to sober up. “Where’s my phone?”

Hector handed Cynthia her bag, Cynthia turned on her phone and found that it was already four o’clock in the morning.

Cynthia was surprised. “Did I sleep for so long?”

Hector replied, “You woke up once. You had a dissociative disorder and wanted to kill me, so I injected you with a tranquilizer.”

Cynthia not only suffered from depression but also mild dissociative disorder. Only so far, including today, there had been only two episodes of dissociative disorder.

When dissociative disorder attacked, Cynthia would lose her mind and the ability to control herself. She might event develop other personalities and lose memory.

The first episode was on the night when Cynthia had cut her wrists. In fact, she didn’t remember how she had done it.

Cynthia hadn’t expected Lilian’s diary to trigger a dissociative disorder on her. She didn’t think she was that weak. There was only one possibility–ber condition had worsened.

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Cynthia raised her head and unconsciously looked at Hector’s neck. There was indeed a red mark there. It turned out that the hallucination of killing Lilian was not just an illusion. She apologized, “I’m sorry, Dr. Xenos”

Hector pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and showed a gentle, pleasant smile. “No worries. Don’t be such a

stranger.”