You're The Best Medicine For Me

Shirley lurched a little and her hands were glued to the steering wheel. She turned around and glared at Bryan.

She was studying the slightest of changes in his expression and she discovered that when he asked that question, his face looked natural, like an onlooker simply curious about something. Was he... not curious about Jacob's identity?

"The father to my children..." Shirley averted her gaze, pretending to be calm, and then she stomped on the gas pedal and uttered the last few words with vengeance, "Is dead!"

When Bryan heard those words, his brows were knitted tightly.

For some reason, he felt a little restless.

When a woman labelled a man as good as dead, it usually meant that he was really dead or it meant he had been hurt too deeply by him despite loving him too much. It meant she hated him to the gut. However, as he recalled from the child's tone, it didn't sound like that man was really dead.

He persisted in prying into the matter, "How did he die?"

Shirley sucked in a deep breath while her foot which was stepping on the gas pedal jerked a little. As she suppressed the urge to hurl this man outside the window, she said with utter contempt, "Sudden cardiac arrest!"

"Cardiac arrest?" Bryan stared at the woman's face for a few seconds.

Shirley turned and met his eyes, and the smile on her face was extremely dazzling, "Right, he had a cardiac arrest. Are you satisfied with what you heard?"

The creases on the man's forehead deepened.

This woman was toying with him.

"Do you hate him that much?" He couldn't fathom why, but when he heard her speaking those words, he felt his mood taking a turn for the worse.

If she hated him that much, it meant she must have loved him equally hard too.

Otherwise, how could she hate someone so much that she even wanted to curse him to death?

Shirley gritted her teeth and felt reluctant to continue this topic with Bryan, "Mr. Moore, are you always this interested in gossips surrounding people's privacy?"

"Which man could endure your bad temper? Your children are unfortunate to have you as their mother."

"You..." Shirley stomped the gas pedal all the way and the car roared even louder. She howled with agitation, "What do you know? You know nothing. He has inflicted so much pain on me, yet what do you know? You are blaming me while you know nothing. Who are you to blame me?"

She was already at a loss for words as the indignant, painful and depressing emotions swept over Shirley like a huge tide.

Tears were rolling in her eyes and in order to prevent them from spilling, she expanded her pupils and trained her gaze on a space in front, "If you stand in my shoes and can still think from his perspective knowing that the man almost doomed me and harmed the children, I would laud your generosity and kindness. However, I am unlike disgusting dog shit men like you who toy with others' feelings. I am just a little woman, and you will never know how much I have... gone through."

When she reached the end of her sentence, Shirley still couldn't hold back her tears from spilling.

She raised her hand to wipe off a streak of tears on her cheeks vehemently.

She was telling herself not to cry. There was nothing to cry about since she had gone through so much. Now, no one could bully her anymore and take anything away from her.

In an instant, the interior of the car sank into a depressing silence.

Bryan continued to stare at her side profile, and his lips quivered ever so slightly, as if some words were going to come out of his mouth. However, after realizing that no words would fit this situation, he ended up saying nothing.

He shut his eyes, and Shirley's agonized face and the child's cute face filled his mind...

If that man were him, he would be responsible towards them.

After reaching a private hospital sponsored by the Moore family, a dozen medical personnel flocked to them.

At that time, Bryan was immersed in a deep sleep, so he was carried into the operation theatre.

She would wait outside the operation theatre.

There was suddenly an ancient voice behind her,, "Are you Dr. Thomas?"

Shirley turned around and saw an old woman with grey hair and gentle smile standing right in front of her.

This old woman was dressed in a brown coloured Chinese traditional wear, and there was a slight curl to her hair. A Buddhist bracelet surrounded her neck, and her right hand was holding a walking stick. She was dressed very ordinarily, yet that didn't conceal her majestic and noble aura.

This must be Madame Moore of the Moore family.

"Madame Moore, I am indeed Dr. Thomas. You can call me Paisley." This was the name she had filled in the information last time.

Scarlett Moore nodded slightly without any changes to the smile on her face. She was secretly studying Shirley.

Shirley was wearing a white casual suit tonight, and a pair of figure-hugging pants brought out her long and slender legs well. There was a pair of white shoes on her feet; and there wasn't any sign of make-up on her face. Despite that, she looked pleasing to the eyes.

Scarlett began with satisfaction, "You fit well what I have heard about you, a famous psychologist. You are indeed a cut different from the rest."

Although Sabina were made from the same mould, she gave an impression of someone who loved to spend excessively. Scarlett disliked that very much.

"Madame Moore, you're thinking too highly of me." Shirley bore a smile which showed her professionalism. "About Mr. Moore's injury..."

Scarlett pushed her glasses slightly and waved her hands, interrupting her in the process, "I know where he has gone to tonight. This is not your responsibility. He would always cause such a ruckus once in some ten days. It will be fine after this."

Scarlett had learnt of the accident tonight from the traffic police, and she knew that he had gone to Spennor Residence so she stopped sending people to look for Bryan.

However, Shirley felt incredulous when she heard what Scarlett had said.

Did she really mean that Bryan would injure himself once every dozen days or so?

After thinking about it, Shirley also agreed that it was not a surprise to have something like that happening on Bryan.

He was not a perfectly normal person, after all.

"Madame Moore, do you mind telling me what kind of serious injury has Mr. Moore experienced prior to this?"

Scarlett was stunned for a moment before she answered with narrowed eyes, "Dr. Thomas, do you not mind what has happened in Bryan's office today? Seeing that you are still willing to be his psychologist." The reason she had paid a visit to the hospital was because she wanted to look for Shirley to resolve the matter in the office this afternoon.

Shirley pursed her lips and nodded lightly, "Madame Moore, I do have to consider my own position too. Mr. Moore is not someone who can see eye to eye with me every time, so I was just taking an opportunity to test him. This is because I have come up with a plan to heal him, yet Mr. Moore doesn't seem to want to cooperate. If that's the case, this plan will be a no-go."

After saying that, she produced a document detailing a plan which she had formulated in the villa just today and handed it to Scarlett.

Scarlett took it and the nanny by her side immediately held on to her walking stick temporarily.

She flipped open the documents and read through it carefully. The more she read it, the more satisfied she felt as seen by her regular faint nods.

"There was never a psychologist like you who can come up with such a meticulous plan. It seems that I have the eye for the right person. Dr. Thomas, I really need to rely on you this time." Scarlett held Shirley's hands with excitement, and her eyes were slightly reddened, "Bryan is really an unfortunate child. When I take him to my side, he is very fearful of strangers!"

"How long has he been in such a state? Did something happen when he was still young in his childhood? I found that Mr. Moore is always cautious, and no ordinary hypnosis can work on him." "He only came back to me when he was sixteen. Previously..."

"Madame Moore, should you consult the young master first before revealing that thing?" The nanny who looked like in her forties said behind her.

She scurried forward and leaned towards Scarlett as she whispered something by her ears.

Scarlett put on a frown as she appeared to be shaken up by something.

There was once another psychologist who had asked about Bryan's past, and she had told him about the truth.

In the end, something bad happened...