ELLA AND MICHAEL
How dare to Mix! He's Son!
The mad man slammed Ella to the ground and strangled her.
The boy was frightened, then ran away leaving the two of them.
“I'll kill you. How dare to interfere! He's my son! I have the right to kill him if I want!”
“Czech me. Harder, stupid!”
Ella instead challenged the crazy man who was strangling her.
“Crazy! Be dead. Your death ******!”
As the man strangles Ella harder, Ella recalls her father, who strangled her as a child.
“Stop!!!”
Michael came and pulled the crazy guy, then slammed him and handcuffed his hand.
“Release! Unhand me! I'm gonna kill you! Let go of me!”
The crazy man continued to thrash.
“I won't hurt you. Please calm down!”
Ella, who was already standing with a knife in her hand, walked up to the man to stab him.
*!!!
*SEET!!!
Michael managed to hold the knife, so it didn't hit the patient.
Instead, it poured blood from Michael's hand, as it held his knife.
Michael and Ella looked at each other, and Ella said,
“His cup, this is not destiny. I hope you don't interfere.”
“Release the knife! He is a patient,” said Michael who still holds the sharp blade.
“Not. He's not a patient. He's just a pest.”
Ella cut out Michael's words.
“Are you crazy? You're really crazy! You're like a psychopath. Female base *******!”
The crazy man cursed Ella, then rushed away from there with his handcuffed hands behind his back.
Michael took Ella's hand off from the knife she was still holding.
Michael took out a handkerchief, then wiped the knife and wrapped the sharp blade with his handkerchief.
Michael ignored Ella's words.
“If she has a mental breakdown, I'm just defending myself. I just want to give a little incision. You're hurt for being too overused. Give me the knife.”
“Not the Blade, but your hand.”
Ella took the knife wrapped in a handkerchief, then took off the handkerchief, and threw the knife back.
Looks like Ella's going to treat Michael's injured hand.
“This is a special service from me.”
“Do you know? In this world, there are people who deserve to die horribly.”
Ella grabbed Michael's hand, then covered the scar using a handkerchief.
“Thanks to some psychopaths who secretly kill them, citizens who do not know anything, can eat and sleep quietly.”
Ella had finished covering the scar on Michael's palm with a handkerchief.
Michael just kept quiet and understood what Ella said.
“Which do you think I am?”
“You psychopath who knows nothing.”
Ella only smiled when she heard Michael's answer, then left.
Michael immediately went to the doctor who was in RSJ to sew his torn palm.
When he was done, Michael got a call from the manager of the asylum to face him.
It seemed, Michael would be blamed for the incident that had just happened to him.
When Michael was in the manager's room,
“Patients who are supposed to be in isolation room, making a fuss at storytelling event.”
“Due to the incident, the complaint call from the patient's guardian keeps coming in. I must immediately find someone to scapegoat.”
“Do I have to be a scapegoat?” asked Michael with a flat expression.
“A responsible nurse has only been working two months. There's no way I'd fire him.”
The manager looked back at Michael's work history and began discussing it.
“If you see your history list. For ten years of your work experience, you've worked in 15 different mental hospitals, always less than a year.”
“You've been working here for ten months. It's time you quit, isn't it? Like when you were at your place of work before.”
