Rebirth: I Turned Her Fake Insanity Real

The transfer to the psychiatric hospital went through surprisingly smoothly.

I chose Serenity Psychiatric Recovery Center for Mildred, which was the most secure facility in the city. I even upgraded her to a VIP plan, which placed her in a ward equipped with surveillance 24/7, zero blind spots, and double security doors. She would receive sedative treatment twice a day.

Just as I finished signing the paperwork and was about to leave, Hank rushed over. He grabbed my arm with anxiety and disbelief written all over his face.

"Victor, I heard about the accident, but I didn't imagine it would be this serious! How could you send Midred to a place like this?"

I wrenched my arm free and took a subtle step back to put some distance between us. "I don't have a choice either. The doctor said she has strong violent tendencies, so it's too dangerous to keep her at home."

I sighed, then shifted gears and gave him a curious look. "But how did you even find us here? I don't think I've told anyone yet."

Hank's expression stiffened briefly before he stammered and explained, "I-I was just worried about Mildred, so I called every single one of her old friends until I finally tracked her down."

That was such a perfect excuse.

"I see. That's really thoughtful of you." I nodded and gave him a grateful smile.

"Oh, and I was searching for a specialist whom I can consult. You mentioned that you have a friend who's a top psychiatrist, didn't you?"

His eyes immediately lit up. "Yes, he is. He's one of the best in the field, so don't worry, Victor. I'll make sure he comes up with the best treatment plan for Mildred."

"That's wonderful news!" I exclaimed in a voice full of mock relief. Then, right in front of the lead psychiatrist, Samuel Miller, I fired a barrage of questions at him.

"Thank you for being so kind, Mr. Weaver. Which hospital does this specialist friend of yours practice at? Would you mind showing me his medical license and board certifications? After all, I wouldn't dare leave Mildred in the hands of some unlicensed quack, given how serious her condition is."

Hank's face flushed deep red. He sputtered for a long time, yet failed to get a single word out.

I didn't give him a second to respond and apologetically turned back to Samuel. "I'm so sorry, Dr. Miller. My friend is just too eager to help.

"From now on, I'll place Mildred's case entirely in your hands. And to avoid unnecessary trouble, please make sure that anyone who comes to visit has their identity verified with me first. Unless it's me, no one gets in, even if they claim to be a friend, relative, or specialist.

"I'm sure you understand that none of us can afford the consequences if a medical mishap happens."

Samuel nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Mr. Crane. We have strict visitation protocols to make sure that there won't be any accidents."

Hank stood off to the side, looking pale and defeated. I had shut down his plan to collude with the insiders and save Mildred before he could even take the first step.

After returning home, I gathered all of Mildred's bank cards and dialed customer service.

"Hello, I'd like to report all bank cards under my name and my wife, Mildred Dale's, as lost. Yes, all of them right now.

"The reason? She's mentally unstable, and I suspect she may have disclosed her cards and PINs to outsiders, so please freeze all accounts right now for security reasons."

In my past life, Mildred and Hank used the money they got from the cards to live like royalty. In this life, I was looking forward to seeing how they'd manage without my funding.

Sure enough, the couple started panicking after just three days. Through the microscopic bug I'd planted in Mildred's car, I picked up their frantic conversation.

While brewing a cup of tea, I leisurely listened in. "...That bastard! Victor's a total jerk!"

Hank's voice was shrill and grating. "He froze all the cards! When I tried to withdraw cash, the screen stated that the accounts were frozen!"

On the other end of the line, Mildred's voice came through. It was thick with suppressed rage and a trace of barely detectable panic.

"We can't wait any longer, Hank. If I stay here another day, the doctors and nurses will actually drive me insane. They're giving me injections every single day!"

Hank sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "What do we do then? We have no money, and we can't reach anyone. All my fair-weather friends are starting to dodge my calls!

"I've got a plan, Mildred. Just wait, and I'll find a way to get you out of there before we slowly settle scores with Victor."