Chapter 793: Chapter 795 Fragile Defenses

Dorothy and several psychological experts immediately conducted a thorough examination of Charlotte. Everyone looked extremely serious.

After some discussion, Dorothy told Joe, “Her situation is very bad right now.”

Joe’s heart immediately sank, his brows almost furrowed deeply, “Is there any way?”

Dorothy hesitated for a moment, “We don’t know what kind of psychological suggestion the other party has left in Charlotte’s mind. Only after finding the real problem can we solve it.”

He hesitated to look at Joe, and finally sighed lightly, “She was already under the influence of Nusparin medication and hypnosis, and now the other party has taken advantage of her fragile psychological defense, the final result…”

Joe looked at the little girl curled up in his arms, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

He struggled to ask, “If the situation is the worst…”

“In the worst case, she could become a coma patient,” Dorothy said gravely, “Once her psychological defenses collapse completely and her brain becomes overloaded, she could fall into a coma and shock…”

“Of course, this is just the worst possibility,” Seeing Joe’s face getting worse, Dorothy quickly comforted, “We will do our best to help her.” Joe nodded.

Since there was no need to attract attention, Joe simply had several psychologists temporarily move into Smith Manor for convenience in treating Charlotte.

As for Joe, he held Charlotte and returned to the master bedroom.

At this moment, Charlotte was like a fragile porcelain doll, her eyes bewildered and fragile as if they could shatter at any moment.

Looking at Charlotte like this, Joe clenched his fists tightly, suppressing his inner anger, and gently comforting Charlotte.

It wasn’t until she fell asleep that he turned and left with a dark face.

Joe sped to Martha’s residence.

Perhaps for settling in the country, Martha and Hope bought a villa in a nearby neighborhood, convenient for occasional visits.

However, they never saw Ben and Anna.

When Joe arrived at the villa, Martha had just changed her clothes and was about to go out to a spa.

Seeing him, her face immediately broke into a smile.

“What brings you here? Are you here to visit us?” Martha greeted him with a smile but quickly noticed that something was wrong.

Her eyes flashed, and she feigned ignorance, “What happened? Why…”

Joe closed in on her step by step, his eyes so cold and ruthless that even Martha felt somewhat afraid.

She took two steps back and tightly clutched her bag strap, “What are you doing?”

Joe stared at her intently and asked word by word, “Where is Smollett?”

Martha’s heart skipped a beat, and her nails dug deep into her palms, maintaining her facial expression.

“Smollett? Who?” Martha looked innocently at Joe, fueling his anger.

Joe closed in on Martha step by step and asked coldly, “Don’t you know Smollett?”

Martha didn’t know how much Joe had found out, but she knew that Joe would never shoot without aim. She quickly feigned realization, “You mean Dr.Twain, right?”