Jasper walked out of the interrogation room. Inside, Brynlee remained seated, a faint smile on her lips as she awaited her judgment. But it wasn’t the police who entered next. Instead, several doctors in white coats and a tall, sturdy male nurse stepped into the room. Without a word, two nurses advanced, firmly gripping Brynlee’s arms to restrain her.
The lead doctor, impeccably dressed, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and opened the folder he was holding. In a flat, emotionless voice, he delivered Brynlee’s fate.
“Ms. Ferrell, after several days of observation, we’ve determined there is a high probability that you suffer from antisocial personality disorder and psychopathy, accompanied by aggressive tendencies. We will now escort you to the hospital for further evaluation.”
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