Chapter 947


    Chapter 947


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    In short, an ordinary person would be no match for Angelina Weston paused a little and nced at


    Henryonce.


    He was not interested in Faye and only remembered her as Henry’s bodyguard. As a bodyguard , Faye


    was a skilled fighter. Responsible for caringfor Henry, she was much tougher than the average woman.


    Henry understood the look in Weston''s eyes. He closed his eyes and ordered Angelina to leave.


    "Put down the things and leave." Angelina felt a little restrained. Seeing that she wasn''t weed, nve


    she nodded and agreed to leave.


    “Then I''ll be going... If you need any follow-up on the medical bills, I ..,"


    "Why aren''t you leaving yet?" Henry opened his eyes and looked impatient. Angelina pursed her lips


    and turned around to leave. If she hadn''t made mistakes , she wouldn''t have endured his temper.


    After the door of the ward was closed, Weston turned to Henry and asked, "Are you sure she''s not the


    one you''re looking for?"


    Henry seemed a little conflicted himself. Hey in bed, looking exhausted.


    “I don''t know either... Her upbringing and family seem perfect, though she''s not Faye.” “It''s not hard to


    fake a person''s life.” Weston reminded him, “Before the engagement party, everyone believed that E


    wasn''t Ste.”


    Henry hesitated a little. “But she''s different. If she''s Faye ... Why does she look at me like aplete


    stranger?” Faye would''ve certainly been angry with him. It was unsurprising that she pretended not to


    know him, but she wasn''t enough of a natural actor to fool the man.


    Henry failed to find a single trace of the past in Angelina''s eyes, but everything about Angelina kept


    reminding him of Faye. Weston stood up.


    “It''s time." Henry said, “You''re a real good friend of mine." Weston smiled and said nothing. He did not


    stay. Zeta''s office was downstairs. He expected her session with Zeta to be over when he went down.


    When he arrived , he found Ste picking a potted nt on the balcony, looking distracted.


    “What''s wrong? Are you unwell?” Weston wrapped his arm around her waist and frowned because she


    tried to retreat.


    “Why are your hands so cold?" Ste pulled her hands away reflexively.


    "I''m fine...” Her voice trembled slightly. When she thought of the voice in her head earlier, she felt a little


    weak seeing Weston''s face. What was going on in her subconscious? Did she want to kill him? Weston


    furrowed his brows harder. He swept his gaze over the pot of Oleander behind her and pulled her away


    silently.


    “If you''re fine, why are you shaking?” Ste shook her head. “I''m really fine..." Weston was clearly


    unconvinced and looked at her intently. Ste breathed a sigh.


    “Earlier, Dr. Taylor said my problem might be psychological." Weston did not seem surprised.


    “Well, what''s her n?”


    “She rmended getting a detailed examination first. Once we rule out any physical problems, I


    should see a psychiatrist..."


    "Okay."


    After that, Zeta came over and changed out of her coat.


    “ I''m off work now. Shall I introduce you to some good psychiatrists?" Weston responded, “No. I''ll take


    care of it.”


    “Alright then.” Zeta nodded. She thought about Weston''s powerful family and guessed that he must


    have ess to plenty of good doctors. So after a detailed examination, the results came back.


    As expected, the problem wasn''t physical. Weston looked at the test report.


    “I''ll get a psychiatrist toe to the house tonight.” Ste did not expect that the problem was


    psychological. She let out a hum and suddenly thought of something , then tugged at the corner of her


    mouth and muttered, “ Will I be like Guinevere someday?"


    NVE Trapped in her insatiable obsession, Guinevere had finally spiraled down into a hysterical and


    vicious woman who strove to reach her goals, no matter the cost.