"Father's conspiracy?" Orleans still couldn't believe it, isn't it said that even brutal tigers don't eat their cubs?
"He plans to drive you mad with the bear hunting matter and then use your poor mental state as a reason to lock you up in the madhouse," Wen Maixue extended her hand, gently caressing Orleans' face.
Orleans shivered. Indeed, he had been sleeping terribly these past few days, relying solely on the medicine Xuexue gave him. But it seemed the medicine no longer worked, and he felt groggy during the day. Olson's reproaches felt like countless knives continuously stirring in his mind. At night, he would constantly have nightmares, sometimes dreaming of Olson embracing Wen Maixue, calling him useless, sometimes hearing Olson give him a shotgun without bullets, urging him to go bear hunting.
