Starting With A Divorce Chapter 569
Starting with A Divorce Chapter 569
Chapter 569 Mental Intervention
Amber was pushed out. “You’ll be condemned for disrespecting us like this!”
As a senior, Samuel thought it rude to fight against Irene. With a cold face, he was also pushed out,
and the door was mmed shut.
Leaning against the door, Irene couldn’t help thinking about what Amber had just said. She used to be
the most favored daughter of the family, and her grandfather doted on her the most.
But she had never expected that she would end up like this.
She would never forget the deep-rooted memory, no matter how hard she was. She made many
mistakes and hurt many people. Her hands were stained with much blood. Now it was her karma.
The video Manuel had could ruin her life at any time, as long as he wanted. She would never allow
those videos to be spread at any cost.
She understood that Samuel’s true purpose was not to revive thepany but to prove himself. He
didn’t care about the family business at all.
Samuel had never achieved anything since he was a child. Brady had once let him manage a
company, but it went bankrupt in less than two months.
She knew well about Samuel. He was impetuous and conceited. He regarded himself as a business
genius, but he could do nothing.
After hispany went bankrupt, he set his eyes on the Wade Group. However, Brady had taught him
a lesson before, so he didn’t dare to act rashly. Now that Brady was unconscious and might not wake
up in a short time, he tried to take over thepany again.
“The Wade Group only belongs to me. It’s mine,” Irene thought.
Holding back her disgust, she cleaned up the broken teacup pieces on the floor.
She could pretend nothing had happened in the daytime, but she had many nightmares at night.
In the dreams, she saw Roman walking towards her with a smirk, and she was pulled into a car in the
dark forest.
She realized the car had been remolded, and all the seats had been removed. There were many
people in it.
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She couldn’t ept the fact that she had been raped by several men in such a narrow space. She was
haunted by the pain in her body and heart.
She knew that the number of men was the same as the number of men in the bar that night.
No matter how hard she tried to hide her face and close her eyes, she could still hear the sound of
taking photos and the blinding light of the shmp.
“Let go of me!” She woke up from the nightmare. Looking around the dim room, she realized it was just
a dream. It was so real that she seemed to have been raped again.
She couldn’t stand it. She was under great mental strain. She couldn’t sleep well at all. She could see
those men’s faces as long as she closed her eyes.
She was too tired to think rationally. Before dawn, she asked her assistant to make an appointment
with a psychologist.
Brett Hugo arrived at Irene’s ce at four o’clock in the morning. He wondered what kind of nightmares
made her so scared that she couldn’t wait to see him.
He then saw a lean woman with dark circles under her puffy and bloodshot eyes.
She looked pale and delirious, as if she would faint at anytime.
As Brett was in a daze, Irene asked, “Can you promise to keep what I’m gonna tell you a secret?”
Her hoarse voice sounded as if belonging to a woman much older than her.
Brett nodded solemnly and said with a professional smile, “Yes, Ms. Wade. Please rest assured. It’s a
basic requirement for me to protect the privacy of my patients.”
Irene began to talk, including how she had been raped and her nightmares after that, but she skipped a
large part of it.
Brett suppressed the curiosity. He knew that there were all kinds of strange things in such powerful
families. All he needed to do was to keep calm and listen carefully and solve the problem for his
patients.
“Ms. Wade, I’m very sorry to hear that.
But before the treatment, I need to know if you have talked with other psychologists about it?”
As a qualified psychologist, Brett knew mental intervention from other psychologists would exert an
influence on his treatment effect.
Irene shook her head. It was the first time that she had seen a psychologist.
“Good. Now I’ll conduct a psychological treatment for you. Please keep rxed and lie on the bed. Now
stare at the pocket watch in my hand.” His voice was rxing and gentle, with a hint offort.
As Irene slowly closed her eyes, she entered the scary dark forest again in her consciousness.
Mental intervention was amon treatment. After a while, Irene opened her eyes. It was in the
morning. She felt unprecedently rested and refreshed.
It had been a long time since she had slept sofortably. Stretchingzily, she nced at the phone
next to her, lit up the screen, and checked the time.
She had slept for ten hours and caught up on sleep.
She walked into the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. But an indescribable disgust rose
again when she looked at herself in the mirror.
She suddenly realized that she had just slept well instead ofpletely ridding herself of the shadow.
But that was enough for her.
She smashed the phone in the mirror, broking the mirror into pieces. In these pieces were countless
tiny pieces of her.
Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her mood and nned to go to thepany. After all, she hadn’t
been there for two days.
She didn’t know what Samuel would do.
When Daniel finished his work in the afternoon, he went to see Ainsley, but she locked her door. She
looked more like a guest than being kidnapped.
Daniel turned on the TV in boredom, but two people on the screen attracted his attention. It was
Manuel and a woman. The woman was holding his arms. Daniel couldn’t see their faces. He knew
Manuel had never attended any parties.
But the woman’s back figure looked familiar to him.
He stared at them intensively. As the camera moved forward, he finally saw their faces.
In an exquisite suit, Manuel was chatting with someone with a ss of champagne. The woman beside
him wore delicate makeup and a fishtail dress. Daniel’s heart skipped a beat when he saw her face.
It was her!