Half a month later, I returned to the mental hospital and found Heman looking haggard.

Her hair was disheveled, her face pale, cheeks sunken, eyes dull, no longer the elegant lady she used to be.

She stared at me for a while, as if just waking up from a dream, grabbed my hand urgently and said, "Xiaoyun, I've been waiting for you. Please help me, I need to leave this place."

I pulled my hand away, smiled, and asked, "Madam, are you doing okay here?"

"No, not at all," she showed me the scars on her forehead and arms, "And, the patients in this ward are all manic, always bullying me, hitting me. The nurses even force-feed me medication, I can't stay here another day."

I whispered, "The family of Luo Yu is still appealing, accusing you of intentional murder. The police have taken the case. Endure a little longer, I'll use my connections to get you out."

Heman looked terrified, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, I must leave immediately, I'll pay any amount."

"If you leave now, you'll end up in prison. Do you want to be a convict, or endure a bit longer and live freely outside?"

Leaving Heman's ward, I went to find Luo Yu's relatives.

Meeting them, I looked displeased, "Heman said she'll sue you for mistreating patients."

They seemed nervous, "No, really, she refuses medication when she's not ill, using some force is normal. If you're not satisfied, I can ensure she's taken care of properly."

I smiled faintly, then handed them a stack of money, "I know you hate her for causing Luo Yu's death and not facing consequences. Not only you, but also her ex-husband's family hate her. Since she's done so much wrong, she deserves some punishment."

"However, if she's lucid, she might say things that cause you trouble. You better find a way to keep her quiet."