Chapter: 1504
“He's supposedly gone mad?" Isaac questioned incredulously.
Alick confirmed, "That's what your grandfather conveyed. Travis appears deranged. I specifically consulted the hospital director and he said it's probable. Spending extended time with unstable individuals could lead to mental disruption."
Isaac found it hard to believe that Travis could deteriorate mentally so quickly.
“Let's pay him a visit."
After Alick retrieved Travis from the airport, he was yet to find a suitable place to confine him.
For the time being, Travis was locked up in a storeroom located in the company's basement parking area.
They took the elevator to the basement and entered the storeroom cluttered with unused furniture and office equipment. The room was devoid of windows.
A single bulb hung from the ceiling casting a dim white light.
Travis appeared thin and frail, with sunken cheeks. His hair had been cut when his grandfather rescued him. Before that his appearance was that of a homeless man with unkempt hair and a beard.
He now at least resembled a regular man.
Nevertheless, he was hunched on the floor like a madman, toying with a rope in his hand. At times he chewed on it, and sometimes burst into inexplicable laughter.
Isaac motioned for Alick to bring a chair. He sat across Travis, his legs elegantly crossed.
"Do you honestly believe feigning insanity will earn you your freedom, Travis? No, even if you genuinely lose your sanity, I won't grant you liberty."
Travis simply resumed his laughter and continued gnawing at the rope in his hand.
In the moment he dipped his head, a swift flash of rage flickered in his eyes.
Isaac resumed, "Travis, defeating me is beyond your abilities! You can't deceive me by acting mad. I won't permit you any means of escape."
He paused, and with an evident air of scorn, added, “Do you understand why you're always the loser? Because you're an idiot! A complete blockhead!"
Travis's eyes burned with rage.
His laughter grew more high-pitched.
He seemed to be struggling to hold back his anger.