If these rich spoiled brats were too sensitive and easily offended with her being unapologetically alive, then they should leave this earth, instead.
It was going to be hard for them to be normal if they feel entitled to control everyone's reactions.
Still, even if she stabbed them a thousand times in her head from the injustice she had dealt with, she still believed that all life was sacred.
Therefore, one shall not kill anything or anyone without a reason.
Plus, hating them was a waste of energy.
All of the patients in these mental hospital, including her, were just trying their best to heal themselves, needing the medical professionals' support to get better before returning to modern civilization.
"Don't worry." The man's tone was kind and patient.
Almost fatherly.
If he introduced himself as her father right now, she would probably be appalled at the minute-long charade but she wouldn't reject him outright.
God forbid she needed a parental figure in her life despite already being an adult.
Being an orphan could make a person feel that a crumb of slightest attention could rival to love.
"The president told us to wait for you until you're ready to leave the facility even if we have to postpone your arrival to the mansion."
Her round eyes went large the instant she heard him say the word, 'mansion'.
This 'president' had fetched her from the psych ward with a limousine and was willing to welcome her into his mansion?
That man must have had a great deal of trust in her compared to her trusting herself considering where she came from.
She shouldn't make a rich and powerful man wait around for a 'clinically insane peasant' like her.
"Then, we should go sir right away, sir!" Violet leaned forward, her words rushing out. "I don't want to be the reason we're dilly-dallying around."
The chauffeur chuckled at her sudden eagerness, thinking her personality had turned into full one-eighty in an instant.
"It's my job to prepare you to meet the president, miss."
Her surprised lips shaped into a small 'o'.
She had no idea why the sunglasses-wearing chauffeur always addressed this mysterious man as the 'president ' so she just had to make sure.
"Do you actually mean the president of this country?"
Could be her biological father that kind of 'president'?
It wasn't like she was hoping him to be.
It might be that the president might want to meet her due to her rare syndrome out of curiosity but, perhaps, she was stretching this assumption too far.
The man pursed his lips for a moment to suppress his laughter.
Violet pouted as she shifted her feet.
He must have found that absurd.
"That's too extreme, miss." The chauffeur flashed her a good natured smile, exposing some wrinkles on the corners of his mouth. "——but I could tell you that the president might be equally powerful in terms of business and financial resources."
There was an awkward silence before she inquired innocently, "Do you think I'm that powerful man's daughter, mister?"
She slowly glanced up at him but it was unfortunate that she couldn't read the right the answer from the look in his eyes.
The only clue she could get was the chauffeur's imperceptible grimace across his face in a fraction of a second.
"I had no idea, Miss Violet. We are not privy to the secrets or reasons behind the president's orders. Well, I should probably call him chairman so as not to confuse you." He added with a smile. "We just follow them without question since he was the one giving us handsome paychecks."
"What about killing people? Would you do it if he's going to give you a hefty sum?" She whispered casually.
The strange mood around them earlier was quick to darken and the atmosphere had turned chilly as if ghosts had invaded their personal space without warning.
The chauffeur stiffened, his hand pausing in mid-air when he was about to reach for her luggage.
Violet's creepy insinuation must have made the man wary upon seeing the goosebumps in his rolled up sleeves.
"It isn't my habit to gossip about my employer when it comes to that subject. But I'm certain he is rich enough to afford a bounty if he wanted to erase someone's existence. Unfortunately as his chauffeur, that isn't my part of my job description." Alert, he stared her down and scrutinized her face, searching for signs of danger. "I only drive important people to their desired destination. So, even if I receive a hefty sum from such a murderous dare, I would probably leave it to the experts who had more experience. Why would you pay someone who would do a bad job at it?" He responded carefully as if he was reviewing each word he uttered. "Do you think you are capable of doing that, Miss Elanor?"
From calling her 'Miss Violet', she was suddenly addressed as 'Miss Elanor'?
Was the man starting to fear her from the seemingly innocent yet impulsive question?
Would she be digging her grave later just because she had read hundreds of thrilling detective novels and watched too many crime dramas on television every time the nurse left her to her own devices?
'Damn it!' Violet cursed inwardly. 'I shouldn't have asked the chauffeur for fun if that would make my character dubious.'
He must have initially assumed she was harmless at first but suddenly remembered where he had just picked her up from.
"Sir. You could check my luggage if you want."
Violet had just exited the mental institution after all so she couldn't really blame him for suspecting she might be fucked up in the head.
She didn't want the man to believe she was deposited there from the orphanage for eight years because she had shown tell-tale signs of a serial killer.
Her real issues might or might not be close enough to that but she wasn't about to reveal that and breed hostility from other people's snap judgment.
She needed friends out in the real world—neither the fake nor the imaginary ones.
The man blinked in surprise. "Why? Are you carrying weapons in that luggage?"
Even if he was taken aback at her sudden offer, Violet admired the fact that he seemed curious rather than threatened.
"No.Never. It saddens me to think that you think I was capable of harming anyone——" She trailed off and finished the remaining words in silence. '——Just because I have been in the mental hospital for almost a decade.'
"I only wish that you'll trust me to behave myself since I owe this freedom to your employer. The chairman. I'm not like the other psycho patients there, you know?"
She adapted the sullen expression of a pitiful puppy being kicked in the rain to gain a tiny bit of his sympathy.
Cultivating trust with people whom she deemed reliable would keep herself safe in an unfamiliar surrounding.
Not that she considered herself a good judge of fair-minded people when she lived one-third of her existence in an asylum.
"If you get a hold of my documents from the orphanages I have lived and transferred from as well as the records from this hospital, you will know that I'm not a bad person. Would the chairman allow me in his mansion if he thought I was a menace to society?"
Violet slightly bobbed her head up and down as she said, her strawberry blond curls bouncing at her confidence.
Even she, herself, was impressed at her sound and logical explanation.
It was nice to know that other patient's lunacy hadn't contaminated her stubborn yet sane mind.
Reading a lot of books, the right dosage of medicine and weekly therapy really helped.
Yes.
Violet was a menace to society only if she removed the leather gloves she currently wore in her hands.
Nobody had to know that except her and her psychologist,
"You're right, miss——" The chauffeur seemed to trail off.
Violet could almost divine his next words from his thoughts.
'——But one could never too careful.'
"I should get inside the limo after you're satisfied with checking my luggage, sir." Just in case, he changed his mind and leave her here due to her carelessness. "I was hyperventilating earlier since I'm not used to going outside in long periods of time. It might not be obvious but I am eager to leave. " She explained respectfully.
She raised her luggage with both of her gloved hands and presented it n front of him for inspection.
"Can I ask what you are diagnosed of?"
The psychologist had told her not to tell anyone or someone might use her weakness to take advantage of her.
' If somebody asks what a poor orphan like you was doing in this place, don't ever reveal your secret or others might take that chance to frame you for anything.' The doctor had specifically told her it was the only way to protect herself. ' If you can't produce an evidence to prove your innocence, you might find yourself in prison, Do you understand?'