My Evil Boy Toy-Chapter 240: Disorder

According to Eden, the Trecker Clan was a family of hired assassins like the Rossi’s. They lived in Germany, then moved to Flousia because they were wanted criminals in their country.

They were already a wealthy clan before they moved to Flousia, but Benjamin Miller got his wealth by deceiving Rusell Miller, the man who I considered my grandfather.

Rusell Miller was looking for his long-lost son, and Benjamin stepped forward, telling him that he was his missing child. The old man was already dying and believed everything Benjamin had told him. When he died, he gave all his properties and businesses to Benjamin.

The information I got from Eden was one of the many things we needed against Benjamin. I immediately called Kyle and Luke, then ordered three of my guards to bring the girls to the palace. I was hoping that what we found out could help us find Benjamin.

I sighed and rested my head while waiting for Jayden. I won’t tell him about Eden and the tattoo for now. Kyle said one of the causes of his episodes was the tattoo. That was the only thing he saw from his mother’s killers.

I haven’t asked my father about the men he said he had punished for killing Jayden’s mom. He was busy taking care of mom, and I was actually happy that they were together now.

When the door opened, Jayden walked inside the waiting room. Again, his eyes looked so glassy, as if he didn’t feel anything. Sometimes, it looked like Alora’s eyes, cold and empty.

Then it would suddenly change like right now. He walked towards me with a smile on his face.

"Tired?" I asked.

"Yeah. They asked me a lot of questions." He answered.

We waited for the result, but after half an hour of waiting, Jayden fell asleep. One of the doctors came and asked me if they could talk to me in private. I looked at Jayden, and it was a good thing that he was still sleeping.

I nodded and followed the doctor inside the consultation room. I sat down on a long white table across three doctors and waited for them to tell me what was wrong with my husband.

"We think he has dissociative amnesia. It’s a kind of mental health disorder when someone experiences a traumatic event. The person blocked some personal information and the event itself. This kind of disorder sometimes leads to dissociative identity disorder." One of the doctors started.

"We asked him some questions, and we noticed that some of his answers were a lot different from the real him."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"From what we observed, he was switching from one personality to another. Princess, you’re his wife. We’re sure that you knew something about this."

I sighed then looked at the doctors in front of me.

"My husband was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder when he was just a young boy. He saw how his mother got murdered, and his father saw him switch to a different personality. He didn’t have any episodes for years, but a lot had happened, and we lost a child recently. Maybe that triggered it."

"We want to be honest. This kind of disorder is not curable. It really depends on how he would cope with the events he experienced. He could continue getting therapy, and we could give him some medicine to calm his mind. It would also help if you could give him happy memories from now on."

I don’t know how the conversation ended. Everything the doctor told me was the things I had been scared of. He was beginning to be like Alora.

I walked to where he was and saw him still sleeping. I wondered. Maybe his mind was too tired since a lot of him was inside it.

"Love?" I called.

I touched him on the shoulder and tapped him slowly. But I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed my wrist and saw him glaring at me.

"L-Love?" I called again.

My heart was beating so loud, and my knees were trembling when I saw his cold dark expression.

"Jayden!" I called him again but this time with a firm tone.

He stared at me, then his eyes’ expression changed again.

"Did I fall asleep?" He asked casually.

I nodded and forced myself to smile. "Yes."

"Did the result come out?" He asked.

"Not yet. The doctors said they needed to consult the hospital head first. They will call us, so we just need to return once they have it." I lied.

I was relieved that he didn’t insist on asking the doctors. He nodded and stood up, then held my head, pulling me outside of the hospital.

"I’m starving. Can we eat somewhere?" He asked, with a smile on his face.

"Sure. How about that restaurant?" I answered, pointing at a Japanese restaurant near the hospital.

He didn’t answer and just smiled at me. Then he pulled me again towards the restaurant.

I was looking at his back while he walked ahead of me. I was biting my lips the whole time, trying not to cry. I wonder who or what was the real him.

The doctors were right. From the moment we left the palace, I noticed Jayden kept on switching to different personalities. I was just ignoring it. I couldn’t accept the fact that he was starting to suffer again because of his illness.

I haven’t called his father to inform him about what was happening to Jayden. I knew he would ask me to come home so he could be his son’s personal psychiatrist. But we needed to stay in Flousia for the time being to make sure that Caden would be safe if we left him here.

"What the fuck?"

I was startled when I heard Jayden shout at someone. I frowned and saw one of the waiters of the restaurant accidentally pour soy sauce on his shirt when he bumped into him.

"I-I’m sorry. It was an accident." The waiter stammered.

My eyes widened when Jayden suddenly grabbed the poor guy by his collar and glared at him.

"Do you want to die?" He yelled.