Chapter 1687

Cillian was completely stunned, then flew into a rage. “You bitch, how dare you play me!”

He raised his hand to slap her but did not succeed, as someone grabbed his raised hand.

A doctor in a white coat, who was also a supervisor at the nursing home, arrived on the scene. “Mr. Cillian, what are you doing? You were once a distinguished gentleman, but I never expected you to be so vile as to sexually harass a caregiver!”

Soon, the Ulrich family was notified and rushed to the nursing home. The new head of the Ulrich family, Mason, personally brought people with him, his face extremely grim.

The nursing home director, Randy Morris, was a balding, square-faced man. His expression was grave as he said, “Mr. Mason, your father’s condition is worsening! What happened today is absolutely outrageous.”

Mason nodded repeatedly. “Dr. Morris, you’re absolutely right to criticize him. Ever since my father stepped down as head of the Ulrich family, he’s become crazy and mentally unstable!”

Randy said sternly, “That’s no excuse! Out of respect for the Ulrich family, our facility has provided Mr. Cillian with the most attentive care. But in return, we get this beastly behavior. A 67-year-old man is actually sexually harassing our young caregiver! If word of this gets out, how can our nursing home maintain its reputation?”

Mason looked ashamed and asked, “What do you think should be done about this?”

Randy snorted coldly. “Either the Ulrich family takes him back and cares for him yourselves, or our facility takes measures to treat Mr. Cillian and root out his mental instability to prevent such incidents from happening again!”

Mason sighed. “Taking him home isn’t realistic. My father is old, and his mind isn’t clear. The nursing home is his best option.”

Randy replied, “Then it’s settled. If he’s staying, treatment is absolutely necessary, and his family members need to sign the consent forms!”

Mason asked, “Dr. Morris, what kind of treatment are you planning?”

Randy explained, “Oral sedatives combined with psychological counseling, and when necessary, electroshock therapy.”

Mason smiled. “No need for all that trouble. Just go straight to the electroshock therapy.”

Randy was startled. “Straight to the electroshock therapy? Mr. Mason, are you certain?”

Mason smiled very sincerely. “Certain, absolutely certain! Not only electroshock, but I suggest other treatments as well, like whips, syringes, and branding irons!”

Randy’s eyelids twitched, and after a long pause, he stammered, “Well… alright then! I had no idea you were an expert in this field, Mr. Mason!”

Mason stood up with a cheerful smile. “No, I’m just making suggestions. How to actually treat him is up to your facility to decide. I’ll take my leave now and go see my father!”

Watching Mason leave, Randy had a strange feeling. He could not shake the impression that Mason wanted to torture Cillian to death. In the end, he shook his head. It was just his imagination and should not be taken seriously.

With such strong father-son bonds, how could a son want to kill his own father?

In the dim room, Cillian was tied up and cursing nonstop.