Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 73 Sylvester Is Afraid

Upon hearing this, Sylvester's anger turned into guilt. Mildred and Charlie exchanged glances but remained silent.

Sylvester suddenly seemed to release a burden, walking back to the bedside and recounting everything that had happened in the basement.

"That's roughly what happened." Sylvester held Lela's hand to his lips, kissing it gently as if to alleviate her pain.

So, that's what happened. After hearing this explanation and reflecting on the signs of distress he had just examined, Vanessa probably understood as well. Vanessa was momentarily silent, watching Sylvester's melancholy figure.

She said, "I wonder if Mr. Gomez has heard of a condition called acute stress reaction, also known as terror neurosis."

"It refers to an abnormal fear and intense anxiety that a patient experiences when faced with certain external situations or objects that cannot be avoided but must be endured. This can manifest as blushing, shortness of breath, sweating, palpitations, changes in blood pressure, weakness, and even fainting."

"I suspect this young lady's condition is similar to that. It falls under the category of psychological disorder, and its treatment options using medication are quite limited."

Sylvester pursed his lips, grasping onto a crucial statement as he stared at Lela's face. He asked, "You mean to say that if I had discovered her condition in time and brought her out, this wouldn't have happened?" Vanessa paused before responding, "That's... correct, Mr. Gomez."

Upon hearing this, Sylvester felt an overwhelming urge to kill himself. What had he done?!

She was just a young, mutant girl who had recently come of age.

What did she understand?

He should have simply educated her; there was no need to scare her with such harsh words.

He was just being excessively worried about something that hadn't even happened.

Even if the whole world knew she was a mutant, no one could touch her as long as he was by her side. Even if he had to be enemies with the entire world, he would fight tooth and nail to protect her.

Sylvester gazed at Lela, her face drained of color, and a trace of derisive moisture appeared in his eyes.

How absurd!

He had declared his intent to protect her, yet now he had become the one causing her the most harm.

Such irony!

Sylvester, you're not even human.

"Tell me, what should we do now?"

Sylvester raised his hand and gently wiped the sweat off Lela's cheek. His voice no longer carried the previous anger, only guilt and deep remorse.

Vanessa opened her medical kit and took out the medicine.

She said, "Although drug treatment has limited effectiveness in treating psychological disorders, it is not completely without benefits. I'll give her a dose of the Calm and Soothe potion to help her get a good sleep and wait for her to wake up on her own."

Sylvester didn't hesitate and just nodded in agreement.

Then, fear crept in and he asked, "She... She will wake up, right?"

Vanessa was momentarily shocked, but then administered the sedative to him. "Yes, Mr. Gomez, she will."

Vanessa put on a fresh pair of gloves and prepared the syringe.

Sylvester observed as the needle penetrated Lela's pallid skin, a heavy ache settling in his heart. It was a pain more acute than if the needle had been inserted into himself. Nonetheless, it yielded no change. Lela's condition remained the same. Vanessa assessed the symptoms and determined that an increase in dosage was necessary. Sylvester anxiously watched from the side, wishing he could bear the pain and suffering for Lela.

After increasing the dosage, Lela gradually stabilized. She no longer twitched intermittently, nor did she break out in a cold sweat. Even her furrowed brows gradually relaxed. Only then did Vanessa put away the syringe and dispose of the medical waste.

"Mr. Gomez, now we just have to wait for Miss to wake up."

Sylvester lowered his head slightly, holding Lela's hands against his forehead. He said, "Stay here for now. I have some questions to ask you later."