Even Sawyer was left speechless. He walked over and tried to explain, "Jackson, when Sylvia has an episode, she loses control. Most of the time, she tries to hurt herself."
When someone with a mental illness fell too far into their own despair, the results could be frightening.
Jackson stroked his chin thoughtfully. "So, self-harm?"
Sylvia lowered her gaze, her tone bitter. "Yeah."
She had cooperated with treatment for years, but it hadn't improved much. Sometimes when she regained her senses, she almost wished that she had just died. She thought that living only burdened Sawyer and the nurses who cared for her.
"That's perfect!"
Both Sylvia and Sawyer froze.
Sylvia silently wished thatJackson would watch his words. She was mentally ill, after all.
As for Sawyer, boss or not, he wouldn't have minded slapping Jackson if he crossed the line.
"I've got an old friend who's been developing protective gear for extreme sports," Jackson said excitedly. "Mario! Bring that thing over. Let Sylvia try it on!"
Three minutes later, Jackson looked at the "person" in front of him with satisfaction.
Meanwhile, Sawyer had no expression left.
Sylvia was wrapped head to toe in a thick inflatable rubber suit. Only her eyes were visible.
The protective suit looked ordinary, just inflatable—like a well-made balloon. The material was surprisingly tough, impossible to cut or burn.
Its only air valve was at the back of the head. But once it was fully inflated, Sylvia's arms couldn't even reach it.
She stood there like a scarecrow. Other than being barely able to take a few steps, she was completely powerless to do anything else.
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