Chapter 1108: Chapter 1104: Can’t You Treat the Illness?
"Asher Land, you..." Sophie Smith’s eyes fell on Asher Land in disbelief. "Did you really do that kind of thing?"
A hint of discomfort flashed across his face. He didn’t meet Sophie’s gaze directly. So, what Irene Morton said is true?
"So, Brother Asher, you would even forsake your life for someone you love, then what about me? Why can’t I?" Irene said, her words calm.
"Are you both crazy?" Sophie curled her lips into a helpless smile, pale and powerless.
The room, for a moment, fell into silence.
"You should go rest now, don’t worry about me, I... won’t do anything foolish again."
After speaking, she lay back on the bed, turning her back to them, as tears flowed silently.
After a long time, the two standing beside her bed finally moved away, and the room’s lights were turned off, leaving only darkness.
Having faced death once without dying, she wouldn’t attempt it again, though she couldn’t understand the meaning of her life.
...
Asher Land instructed the maid and nurse to care for her around the clock, monitor her, and even occasionally have a psychologist guide her.
She became increasingly silent, sometimes going a whole day without speaking a word, ignoring questions from the doctor.
The Chief Doctor stood at Asher Land’s desk in the study, reporting Irene Morton’s recent health condition. After listening, he gripped the pen in his hand, the pressure steadily increasing.
"If this goes on, Miss Morton will sooner or later... develop a psychological disorder."
"Psychological disorder?" Asher Land picked up the nearby teacup and hurled it at the Chief Doctor, who didn’t dodge, taking a hit head-on. "If you’re not curing it, what are you doctors here for?"
The Chief Doctor lowered his head, not daring to breathe loudly, not daring to refute.
Are doctors omnipotent? If every person with a psychological disorder could be swiftly cured by psychological counseling, wouldn’t this world be too perfect?
"Mr. Land, this is a gradual recovery process, please don’t be impatient. But currently, Miss Irene is refusing to cooperate with the treatment, which... makes things a bit challenging."
Irene remained silent all day, not answering the doctor’s questions—this simply wouldn’t work.
"I understand," Asher Land replied coldly, resting his weary head against the chair back and closing his eyes, "You may leave now."
The Chief Doctor acknowledged and almost fled, as Asher’s temper with this group of doctors had been overwhelming recently.
He massaged his somewhat aching temples and after a few minutes, he pulled the chair and stood up, heading towards Irene’s room.
He dismissed all the maids and nurses in the room, leaving just the two of them.
"The doctor says you refuse to cooperate with the treatment?" He slightly restrained his cold demeanor. Irene shook her head.
"Say something."
She still just shook her head.
He really didn’t know what to do now. She was like a ragdoll at anyone’s mercy; even if you killed her, she’d show no resistance.
She turned her head to the window, eyes empty and void. Outside, it was already freezing cold, and she couldn’t recall how long it’d been since she last went out.
Suddenly she got out of bed, put on a pair of slippers, and walked to the window.
