Chapter 597

They peeked inside together. Ellen rushed forward, worry etched on her face. “Duc, how’s my daughter?”

“The patient is stable. We’ll move her to the ward for observation. Her emotions are all over the place, so you guys need to keep an eye on her,” the doctor said to Ellen.

Ellen nodded like a bobblehead. She thought, As long as she’s okay! She really knows how to make people worry. Can’t she just talk things out? Does she really have to go to such extremes? Is life really that unbearable for her? There are so many people out there with tougher lives!

She just couldn’t wrap her head around Esme’s actions. But every time she was baffled, Henry would say, “Esme has depression. Her thoughts aren’t like ours.” So, Ellen would just bite her tongue. But was it really okay for Esme to keep hurting herself like this?

In the neurology ward, Esme woke up as soon as she was back in the room. She glanced at her family with sad eyes and then shut them tight.

“Does it hurt?” Ellen gently tapped her head, feeling a pang of sorrow.

Esme’s tears started flowing. She didn’t want to end up like this because of Alexander, but she just couldn’t help herself. Her mind was a mess; she couldn’t even tell if she was alive or dead. All she knew was she wanted to be with Alexander.

But Alexander was ignoring her now. There was no chance for them anymore. She had become the villain in his story.

“Promise me, don’t do anything stupid again, okay?” Ellen held Esme’s hand, feeling heartbroken.

Esme looked at Ellen, but she couldn’t bring herself to promise. She just couldn’t control herself.

“Let Esme rest, Mom.” Henry signaled Ellen to back off.

Ellen finally turned away and secretly wiped her tears. “What do we have to say to get through to you?”

The Russell family had already lost Nancy. Losing Esme too would be the end of them. Ellen thought, Am I just not meant to have a daughter?

Leon felt for Ellen. He walked over and hugged her. Ellen wrapped one arm around Leon’s waist and wiped her tears with the other.

“Stop crying. Esme’s already feeling terrible. If you keep crying, she’ll feel even worse,” Leon reminded her.

Ellen sniffled and said through her sobs, “If Esme cared about us, she wouldn’t have tried to kill herself.”

Esme felt a wave of shame. Seeing the tension in the room, Henry decided to send Leon and Ellen home first. After they left, he ran into Elizabeth, who was helping Celine get some meds at the small pharmacy.

They got into the elevator together. Henry stared at Elizabeth’s hair, lost in thought. Elizabeth glanced at him and asked politely, “How’s Esme?”

“She’s okay,” he replied.

Elizabeth pursed her lips. “People with depression have mood swings. I suggest someone stay with Esme all the time.”

Henry stayed silent. Elizabeth looked at him and said, “The best way to treat depression is to leave this city. Let Esme go somewhere new, meet new people, and see new sights.”

The elevator door opened, and Elizabeth walked out. Henry suddenly asked, “Elizabeth, when’s your birthday?”