Chapter 775 Sincere Conversation


    Vincent also knew that Smollett didn’t really want to leave. Seeing this, he hurriedly smoothed things


    over, “Mr. Smith is just overly concerned about Mrs. Smith. Why don’t we go outside and take a break?”


    “Whether it’s me treating her or not, psychological counseling rarely involves a third party,” Smollett


    also softened his tone, looking seriously at Joe, “I think even Mrs. Smith has some secrets she doesn’t


    want you to know, right?”


    As soon as these words came out, Joe hesitated for a moment and looked at Charlotte.


    As Smollett had said, Charlotte did need a private space, and he couldn’t always stay here.


    Charlotte nodded at Joe, “Don’t worry; I’ll be fine.”


    She had long been prepared for the worst and was actually fearless.


    Seeing this, Joe could only temporarily retreat with Vincent.


    The room was left with only Charlotte and Smollett.


    Smollett didn’t rush to start the treatment, but slowly sat back down in his chair, his eyes fixed on


    Charlotte.


    It wasn’t until Charlotte noticed his gaze, and realized something was wrong, that he spoke in a deep


    voice, “How much memory do you have left from the time you went missing?”


    Charlotte shook her head slightly, “Aplete nk.”


    In fact, she hadpletely forgotten even her previous memories and didn’tcare whether it was from


    the time she was missing or not.


    Smollett raised an eyebrow slightly and wrote down her words in his notebook.


    “I saw Vincent’s test results. Your physical condition is fine; the biggest problem is in your mind,”


    Smollett subconsciously touched his palm, and only then realized he was wearing gloves at the


    moment.


    He looked at Charlotte meaningfully, “I think…”


    Smollett stared intently at Charlotte, suddenly reaching out toward her.


    Charlotte shrank back in rm, bumping into a coffee cup on the corner table.


    The warm tea was all spilled on Smollett. He eximed and instinctively pulled off the gloves and coat


    he was wearing.


    Then he noticed his own actions and immediately turned his head to look at Charlotte.


    At that moment, Charlotte’s gaze was focused on Smollett’s palm.


    There was a deep wound on his palm, which looked like it hadn’t healed long ago, and the newly


    formed scar was still pink.


    Smollett discreetly hid his palm, unsure whether Charlotte did it intentionally or not.


    “Your wound looks pretty deep?” Charlotte asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.


    For some reason, she was always bothered by the wound, and her gaze would asionally fall on it.


    After carefully confirming that she had not deliberately knocked over the tea,Smollett lightly exined,


    “I was treating a patient, and she got too emotional and identally hurt me.”


    Charlotte’s gaze asionally swept over the wound and suddenly asked,


    “Must have hurt, right?”


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    Smollett looked at her with some surprise, and then smiled, “Of course not, it’s a kind of memento.”


    Despite it being a simple sentence, Charlotte suddenly felt a sense of unease.


    Due to the ident, their counseling session had to be cut short.


    Before leaving, Smollett prescribed some medication for Charlotte and told her to take it on time.


    After hesitating for a moment, Charlotte threw the medication into the trash can, leaving only the fabric


    of the packaging.