“Yes, I’ve come to save you.”

Ji Lin nodded, and Ji Ya’s heart leaped with joy.

As long as Ji Lin didn’t agree to send her to the hospital, there was still room for negotiation! That unfilial son Ji Jiangyuan would have to listen to his elders, and Tang Hongnen was just her ex-husband—if not for his power, he’d have no right to send her to the hospital.

“Big Brother, I knew you’d help me. You’ve always cared for me since we were little…”

Ji Lin sat down opposite her. How proud his little sister had once been, yet now she had fallen into such a miserable state.

The pearl of the Ji family had unknowingly lost its luster long ago. Thinking of this, Ji Lin felt a deep ache in his heart, and his eyes too turned red:

“Sending you for treatment is how I’m saving you.”

Ji Ya’s expression changed instantly, interweaving irritation and anger with disappointment and disbelief:

“Big Brother, even you believe I’m sick? This is Tang Hongnen’s revenge! Has the Ji family fallen so far that we lack the courage to stand against Tang Hongnen, so you have to sacrifice me—”

Yes, that must be it.

The Ji family was in decline.

After their father’s death, Big Brother’s abilities weren’t enough to maintain the family’s prestige!

Ji Ya’s deep disappointment, that questioning and mocking gaze, made Ji Lin very uncomfortable.

He certainly knew what Ji Ya was thinking.

Yes, that was part of it.

The reality was just that practical—if Tang Hongnen had been an unremarkable middle-aged man and the Ji family was still at its peak, forget about him being Ji Ya’s ex-husband, even if he were her current husband, his accusations about her mental illness wouldn’t matter to the Ji family… Send her to the hospital for treatment. Wouldn’t the Ji family care about face? Even with mental illness, you’d have to bear it yourself, and keep the person under control yourself!

Who told Tang Hongnen to be powerless?

Powerless people had no say.

But now, the situation was reversed.

Ji Ya was truly ill, her manifestations of mania and paranoia, her distinctly abnormal thought patterns, were getting increasingly severe.

And Tang Hongnen wasn’t just some unremarkable middle-aged man anymore—words from his mouth carried weight with others!

He wasn’t making baseless accusations against Ji Ya; it was Ji Ya who wouldn’t leave people alone—

Ji Lin’s heart grew cold.

“I don’t want to believe you have a mental illness either, but what you’ve done, no normal person would do. You can see this as sacrificing you, and if hating me and hating Jiangyuan makes you feel better, I can accept that. But you need treatment, you need an isolated environment to recover, away from interfering in others’ lives. I think your condition will improve significantly then!”

What was the point of obsessing over Tang Hongnen?

Reconciliation with Tang Hongnen was impossible now.

Ji Lin put himself in Tang Hongnen’s position—what benefit would there be in reconciling with Ji Ya?

Not a single benefit. A woman with unstable mental conditions would exhaust everyone around her!

Ji Ya wanted to build a clothing brand, fight with Xia Xiaolan, to fight with Liu Fen—ultimately, it was all about competing with Tang Hongnen. She wanted to live better than Tang Hongnen. Marrying George had seemed like a good choice, but Ji Ya had ruined that too.

In this world, there were no perfect men, life was what you made of it, but Ji Ya kept playing her cards worse and worse!

Ji Ya was disappointed and resentful, but how could Ji Lin not feel the same?

Had the Ji family’s education gone so wrong?

Ji Lin couldn’t find the answer.

He was just deeply aware that future Ji family girls couldn’t be spoiled without principle like Ji Ya had been.

Ji Ya wanted to say more, but Ji Lin didn’t want to listen:

“In any case, I support all of Jiangyuan’s decisions. Going to the hospital is already decided. I’m telling you this hoping you’ll accept this fact sooner.”

It didn’t matter if she didn’t accept it—no patient going to a mental hospital went willingly.

The insane always insisted they weren’t insane!

Whether she was crazy or not wasn’t solely up to Tang Hongnen; Ji Lin still trusted the professionals.

Ji Ya weakly shouted and knocked over the food prepared for her.

Ji Lin had a headache and said to Ji Jiangyuan: “Let her go hungry for a couple of meals then. Not just two meals, even going without food for two or three days won’t kill someone. Now there’s another question—which hospital should we send her to?”

They couldn’t keep her in the police station forever; the station had no obligation to watch Ji Ya.

Secretary Lai came forward, “Young Master Ji, there’s Kangning Hospital in the city. Should we contact them?”

Shenzhen Kangning Hospital was already the best mental hospital in the city.

Of course, sending her to Shenzhen Kangning Hospital where Ji Ya might cause disturbances wouldn’t look good for the leadership. Secretary Lai still hoped Ji Jiangyuan would choose another place—if this son wanted to spare his father some worry, he should choose a mental hospital elsewhere!

“Have Kangning’s doctors come first. I want to hear their opinion on what medication she needs and what initial treatment to pursue. Once she’s somewhat stable, I don’t plan to have her stay at Kangning Hospital long-term. I plan to take her to Hong Kong.”

Ji Jiangyuan wasn’t trying to torture Ji Ya; he genuinely wanted to treat her illness.

Going abroad wasn’t possible; he couldn’t abandon his studies entirely.

But Hong Kong’s medical standards weren’t much inferior to foreign countries, especially regarding mental illnesses—unlike mainland hospitals’ one-size-fits-all approach.

Going to Hong Kong was the best choice; they could afford it financially, and it would be convenient for him to visit on weekends!

Secretary Lai breathed a sigh of relief.

Confirmed—this was a filial son, not one trying to harm his father.

While Ji Ya was extremely difficult, Ji Jiangyuan was quite reasonable, definitely taking after Mayor Tang more.

Secretary Lai lowered his voice, “Young Master Ji, the leader instructed me to assist you these few days. He doesn’t know when you’ll be free, but he wants to meet with you.”

“I understand. Once I’ve handled my mother’s situation, I’ll contact him myself.”

Kangning Hospital was in Luohu District, and the doctors came quickly. Though Ji Ya was uncooperative, they were professionals—they secured her in a wheelchair and loaded her into the vehicle. Ji Ya’s medication hadn’t worn off yet; if she became manic again, the doctors would similarly inject her with sedatives, along with restraints and other tools—this was the treatment for all mental patients.

Dignity and elegance?

Nonexistent.

A mental hospital was a place that could crush all pride!

When Ji Ya was loaded into the vehicle, her eyes were still full of hatred. She cursed Ji Jiangyuan for being unfilial, cursed Ji Lin for being cowardly, and cursed them both to die terrible deaths.

Completely disregarding that one was her son, the other her blood brother.

Ji Lin also got into the vehicle, “You are truly ill. There’s no need for Jiangyuan to step forward—I will personally sign your hospitalization consent form. When you reach the nine springs below, you can tell Father it was I, your elder brother, who personally sent you to the hospital!”

Jiangyuan was a good child; he shouldn’t be burdened like this.

In China, denouncing one’s own family carried a mixed reputation. Ji Lin wanted to protect his nephew.