Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 243

Chapter 243 Help Me Find The Best Psychiatrist

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Every time she was with him, Eileen found herself recalling things she thought she had forgotten but somehow still remembered.

In the past… how did she alleviate these inner torments?

The answer was to inflict pain upon herself, using physical suffering to counteract the sorrow within.

Even though it was self-harm there was no sensation, only a greater sense of pleasure.

Eileen found a pair of scissors in the kitchen and cut a wound on her small arm. The first time, it didn’t bleed, but oh how her heart ached even more!

During the second attempt, blood was shed….

The droplet of blood that emerged fell into the pool, its color diffusing into the water before flowing into the drain

Eileen’s mouth curved into a smile.

In the pitch-black room, her laughter resembled that of a tormented spirit.

Then, there was the third time….

Because physical pain lessened the agony of the mind.

Watching the blood slowly drip down, Eileen found a perverse satisfaction. With each drop of blood that flowed, she felt a sense of release.

When Eric saw her self-harming, there was no worry or sadness in his eyes as he discovered her. Instead, he picked up the knife, grabbed her hand, and forcefully made another cut in the same spot.

It was deep enough to see the bone.

Later, due to excessive blood loss, she passed out.

When she woke up, she found herself locked up

He said, “She’s gone mad.”

In reality, she was not insane. She knew exactly what she was doing

She longed to tell him that she was just sick, and it might… it might take a very long time for her to slowly heal herself.

“What are you doing?”

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in the unlit living room. The next moment, Eric turned on the light.

The glaring Blake light was so intense that it made her squint her eyes.

Eric walked over and smatched the scissors from her hand.

Chapter 243 Help Me Find The Best Psychiatrist

Eileen looked at him with a very faint gaze. This time, he saw both worry and anger in Eric’s eyes.

He seized her hand, his dangerous gaze fixed on her. The next moment, it seemed as if he could explode with anger at any time. Do you really want to die?”

With a smile, tears trickled down Eileen’s face. I just want to case the pain here,” she said, pointing to her heart

“I just don’t know what to do anymore! Eric! I’ve always been diligent about taking my medicine and getting a good night’s sleep. But I… I’m really feeling awful. I’ve even thought about tearing out my own heart, wondering if it might case my pain a bit. Do I look like a madwoman right now? I assure I’m

you. not. I know exactly what I’m doing, but I just can’t help myself. Eric, I’m not crazy; I’m just sick. I don’t know how to get better on my own.

This sentence. It was as if it was spoken to his past self.

Eric’s heart sank at that.

Suddenly. Eileen was pulled into an embrace. The emotions she had nowhere to vent were still there. In the same position as before, she bit down on his shoulder.

Suddenly, after a long while. Eileen realized that she had become unexpectedly quiet.

She was cull holding the blood-dripping scissors in her hand.

It seemed like it was not just Eileen who had gone mad.

Eric first treated Eileen’s wound, which was quite superficial. Given that the scissors were sterilized daily. there was no need for a tetanus shot

“Feeling better now?”

Eileen’s dress was soaked in blood. Due to excessive blood loss, her face was visibly pale. She hung her head in silence, not uttering a word

Eric tucked her loose hair behind her ear. Tll make breakfast for you. What would you like to eat?”

“Just leave.”

“Pasta, then.” The best dish Eric could make was just pasta.

They were also very calm, as if nothing had ever happened.

Eric cooked a bowl of beef macaroni soup. He placed it on the table, then turned around to fetch a sinaller bowl. It was for her.

Eric scooped up some pasta into her bowl, then poured in some soup. Some of the soup trickled down the edge of the bowl, spilling onto the table. “Come and eat, he said.

Eileen halted. Her foot that was stepping onto the staircase retracted. She was quickly pulled back into place by a man, a fork thrust into her hand. However, she threw it in front of him, and the bowl shattered. The soup and pasta spilled all over the floor. “Can’t you see? It’s because of you that I’ve become like this? Just keep your distance from me, and I won’t be reminded of the pain, let alone harm myself. Please go! I’m begging you!”

Chapter 243 Help Me Find The Best Psychiatrist

Eric didn’t get angry. Instead, he patiently cleaned up. His hand was cut by the shards he picked up. When he looked up at her, Eileen instinctively stepped back in fear, as if Eric would do something to her.

“After you finish eating. I’ll leave

Eric pushed his bowl toward her. After sweeping up the trash, he left for the doorway and lit up a cigarette.

Six o’clock in the early morning

The air was a blend of floral fragrance and the scent of earth.

Zachary leaned on the bed, watching the woman beside him pick up the clothes from the floor, silently heading to the bathroom. At that moment, an incoming call drew his attention away.

Zachary casually picked up the phone. “What’s up? Something happened to Eileen?”

Only when she was in trouble would he receive a call from this man.

A wicked smirk curled up on the corner of Zachary’s handsome yet bewitching face. He got out of bed. picked up bus bathrobe, and put it on Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he felt like having smoke, only to remember that the woman had thrown it away.

“Hurry up and talk. Im very busy.

“Help me had the best psychiatrist.”

Zachary ran hus lingers through his hair, gazing at the bright sunshine before speaking. “Even if you lind The best therapist it’s futile if the patient is unwilling to accept treatment. The therapy process involves the patient expressing their deepest pam and distress, which is then addressed and alleviated by the psychotherapist It’s a lengthy process, and whether it’s positive or negative, it all depends on Eileen herself. However. Eric you know I believe you re the cause of her current state. If you truly want her to improve, why not let her be with Jasper? Perhaps she can recover without medic.mon and her emotional ailment will naturally beal

Before he could finish hus sentence, the call abruptly ended on the other side.

Is he so embarrassed that he’s angry

With a joyful smile. Zachary realized that this time. Eric had truly fillen.

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In the bathroom, Cynthia heard his phone ring. After hesitating for a moment, she got dressed and prepared to leave. Seeing her about to go, Zachary stepped forward to stop her. He pulled her into an embrace from behind, inhaling her scent. Among it was a fragrance she favored. He took a strand of her hair, held it to his nose, and took a sniff. “Cynthia… if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to come find me,” he said.

“Don’t take it too far. There won’t be another chance.

“Did you forget, Cynthia, that it was my brother who personally brought you to my bed?”

“Shut up! He wouldn’t do that.”

“What’s so special about him? He’s paralyzed from the waist down. How could he possibly satisfy you in bed”

“Well, it seems the rumors are true. You’re just like a pest, making people feel disgusted with just a touch.”

Cynthia pushed him away, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the hotel.