Chapter 14
Carl hesitated for a moment.
He suspected that there was a problem with his ears. He heard something. Did Whitney never have depression?
How is this possible?
He had clearly seen Whitney commit suicide many times, with so much bloodshed. How could this possibly be fake?
He looked inside through the slightly ajar door, witnessing Whitney and the psychologist arguing heatedly. Her passionate voice kept pouring out, “I don’t care, you took my money, so you must provide me with the service. Otherwise, I will sue you for bribery and you can expect to go to jail.”
The doctor looked at her helplessly and finally sighed, “Well, well, this is the last time I will help you.”
After the doctor finished writing the medical record, Whitney hurriedly snatched it and, upon seeing the handwriting on it, revealed a smug and confident expression, which was unfamiliar to Carl.
In his mind, Whitney was fragile and innocent, needing his constant protection.
The arrogant and domineering woman in front of him, constantly picking on people’s weaknesses in every argument, as if he had never truly understood Whitney.
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Seeing Whitney getting ready to leave, Carl left the mental hospital first.
He sat in the driver’s seat of the car, lighting one cigarette after another.
As he was smoking, he inexplicably felt himself ridiculous, while the images he had just seen kept repeating in his mind like a slideshow. He had always detested being deceived by others, and Whitney had
deceived him time and time again.
In other words, Whitney never had any illness, yet he kept hurting Jasmine to appease Whitney’s emotions. No wonder Jasmine left feeling so disheartened.
At that moment, the phone placed in the drawer rang, and the caller ID showed Whitney.
The familiar ringtone seemed to be looping inside the carriage, but Carl had no desire to answer the call and hung up directly.
He called his friend to go out for a drink.
When the friend arrived at the bar, Carl had already drunk two bottles of beer.
“Oh, isn’t Dr. Sinclair a teetotaler? How come he’s getting drunk late at night?” a friend joked with a smile.
Carl tilted his head back and finished his drink in one gulp. He sighed bitterly, “It seems like I’ve hurt someone important. What do you think I should do to earn her forgiveness?”
My friend froze, “Who is it? Don’t tell me it’s your little niece?”
I thought Carl would refuse, but to my surprise, he agreed without
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hesitation.
“It was her.”
Friends didn’t think so, “Jasmine likes you so much, why don’t you lower yourself and please her? Women, just buy an expensive bag, buy a few bouquets of flowers, that’s all.”
Carl half–doubtingly asked, “Will she forgive me if I do this?”
He suddenly remembered the first time Jasmine confessed her feelings
to him.
That year, she had just graduated from university. Taking advantage’of his return from work, she secretly sneaked into his room.
Mister. I am now 18 years old and I could like you.”
Faced with the passionate and bold confession of the girl, Carl refused without even thinking.
Later. Jasmine didn’t give up and wrote love letters to him, and gave him various gifts, even though the love letters were coldly torn in front. of him. Jasmine just shed two tears of grievance and appeared in front of him the next day as if nothing had happened.
Sometimes, he would consider Jasmine’s strong vitality, as if she would never be sad.
But now Jasmine voluntarily left.
Also, he did so much harm to Jasmine, disregarding her consent, by transplanting her skin to Whitney and allowing Whitney to bite her all over, and even forcing her to sign a settlement agreement by using her biological father’s illness.
Did Jasmine forgive him despite all the wrongdoings he did?
The answer is obvious, Carl drank one glass after another, as if as long as he got drunk, Jasmine would forgive him.
That night, Carl got drunk and his friends had to take him home.
Hearing Carl getting drunk, Whitney anxiously stood at the doorstep waiting for him. As he got out of the car, Carl stumbled, walking as if on cotton. But at the first sight of Whitney, he thought Jasmine had come back.
He walked quickly over, but tripped over his right leg.
Even though he fell to the ground, he grabbed Whitney’s hand in a panic and said urgently.
“Jasmine, did you come back?”
Hearing the sound, the smile on Whitney’s face stiffened.
Her eyes trembled, unwillingly biting her lip. “Carl, I am Whitney.”
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