"Irish, you know very well that we are the same kind of person. I am crazy, and so are you."
"You're crazy, you're all crazy!" Irish shouted at him and hung up the phone.
In this society, everyone was truly ill, but even as a psychiatrist, she was powerless. Just like Leo, she could not judge whether his actions were right or wrong, nor could she hold a positive or negative view of his behavior. She could only sigh.
The phone call left Irish feeling weak and powerless because even if she knew the truth, she couldn't do anything. Leo set a trap, Alston had stumbled into it, and Joseph had been admitted to hospital. What else could she do? Could she face the board of directors calmly like Joseph? Could she be as justifiable as Daisy and help him with all his business? At this moment, Irish felt she was barely any help to him.
