As Noelle Young regained her sanity and all her psychological evaluations came back normal, the iron chains were finally removed.
However, she was still not allowed to leave the hospital room.
Thomas Sinclair didn't ask where she had been all these years, what she had done, or anything about her physical condition.
These topics became an unspoken taboo between them.
"Thomas, don't you have to go to work?"
Noelle Young couldn't help but ask when she saw Thomas Sinclair enter the room again, dressed in a sharp suit and carrying a briefcase.
"Of course I do. How else am I going to make money for you?"
A faint blush appeared on Noelle Young's face.
She said softly, "Mr. Warner said I can be discharged next week."
"Really? Where will you go?"
Thomas Sinclair already knew that her biological parents had long since passed away and her adoptive parents had moved in with their own children. She had been fine living at school before, but now she had nowhere to go.
