Rebirth: Fast Track Love

Chapter 17 Serious Paranoia

Harold walked forward and whispered something to the nurse. The nurse looked at Wendy in surprise. She quickly withdrew her sight and smiled, "this way."

Sure enough, it was found. Looking at the psychological consulting room on the sign not far away, Wendy thought to herself.

She was a little nervous. The miserable death of everyone in the previous life had been bothering her for many years. She knew her psychological situation. She wanted to forget the past, but she could not forget it.

Noticing the girl's expression, Harold said in a low voice, "relax."

"Okay." Wendy took a deep breath and nodded.

The nurse went in and told the doctor about the situation. Soon she came out and let Wendy in.

There was a middle-aged woman sitting in the consulting room. She didn't wear a white coat, nor did she have any medical books in the office. Instead, she had a lot of toys.

It's not like a hospital at all.

The middle-aged woman greeted Wendy with a smile, "hello."

"Hello, are you a doctor?"

Instead of answering her question, the middle-aged woman asked, "what's your name? You looks like 15 or 16 years old. My daughter is as beautiful as you. "

Without a doctor's seriousness and calmness, this approachable middle-aged woman made Wendy feel relieved.

She nodded and smiled, "thank you! My name is Wendy. "

"It's a nice name. I'll call you Wendy. Although I'm much older than you, we can also be friends." The middle-aged woman slowed down and chatted with Wendy about many hobbies.

"Oh? You like drawing! " The middle-aged woman took out paper and water color pens from the drawer and handed them to Wendy, saying, "I wonder if you can draw a picture for me?"

"Well, okay." Wendy took over the paper and pen. What should she draw? After thinking for a while, Wendy started to draw on the paper quickly without any hesitation.

The middle-aged woman carefully observed Wendy's expression and the drawing on the paper, and her eyes slightly bent.

Soon, Wendy finished drawing a sports car, and she regretted it. It should be better to draw a portrait than a sports car. Would she not like it?

"Is this a car? So cool! Wendy, why do you want to draw this for me? "

"Well, this car is very expensive." Wendy scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Oh! Wendy, do you want me to drive this car one day? "

"Yeah."

The two chatted a lot more, and Wendy also put down her guard. If the psychologist could really help her out of the psychological shadow, she would be very happy. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Slowly, the woman finally got to the point. "Is there anything unhappy in your heart, Wendy? You can tell me. I'm your friend. You don't have to hold it in your heart alone. "

Wendy hesitated. If she told her what happened in her previous life, would she tell Harold about it?

Seeing the hesitation in Wendy's eyes, the woman smiled gently and said, "Wendy, don't you believe me? I will keep the secret for you. "

Wendy hesitated for a while before she said, "I had a dream before. In my dream, A was a racing driver, B was A's mother, and C was her boyfriend. They used to live a happy life. One day... "

The woman listened to Wendy patiently about her "dream". She kept smiling all the time with soft light in her eyes.

"That's all about the dream." Wendy sighed deeply. She felt much less stressed when she could finally tell others such a shocking thing in the form of a dream.

"You're awake now!" The woman said gently, "dreams are dreams, and reality is reality. Whether it was a nightmare or a dream, it was still a part of your own experience. I don't think it's necessary for you to forget this nightmare. The more you want to forget it, the more you can't forget it. When you wake up, you should continue to live in real life, shouldn't you? "

"What makes you suffer will make you strong."

"What makes you suffer will make you strong." Wendy followed in a low voice. After hearing the doctor's words, she felt as if she had caught something, but when she thought about it carefully, she was a little confused.

Seeing that Wendy was lost in thought, the woman stood up and said with a smile, "I'm very happy to chat with you today. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful drawing. Shall we go to have a meal? "

"Well, okay." Wendy followed the woman out. There was no one outside the consulting room. Where was Harold?

"Mr. Harold should have left. Let's go."

"Okay."

Along the way, the two chatted a lot, and the whole chat process was very easy, just like the chat of ordinary friends.

After meal, the middle-aged woman took Wendy to another floor and said, "you can stay here today and have a good rest."

"Okay." Wendy nodded and sat down.

The walls of the room were painted in cyan, and the whole decoration style was very warm. Wendy was lying on the bed. The breeze outside the window blew into the room. Feeling tired, she closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

After the middle-aged woman said goodbye to Wendy, she put away her smile and went straight to the office.

In the office, Charles and Harold were playing chess, while Sane was watching the game. When he saw his grandson playing a bad chess, he shook his head and sighed.

The middle-aged woman reached out and knocked on the door, "Mr. Sane."

"Come in." Sane nodded and asked, "where is Wendy?"

"I took her to the room on the third floor after we had a meal and let her have a good rest." The woman explained.

"How is she?" Harold asked.

At the mention of Wendy, the woman frowned deeply. "Wendy's condition is much worse than I thought. She has severe Paranoia."

"Paranoia? What does she imagine? " Charles asked in confusion.

"She resisted me at first. I talked to her patiently for a while. She put down her guard and told me what was hidden in her heart in the form of a dream." The woman told Wendy's dream in detail.

Sane didn't expect that Wendy had such a serious mental illness. He thought for a while and said, "except for things happened before rebirth, the so-called things after rebirth are almost the same as what we investigated."

The girl was an illegitimate daughter who had no father's love since she was a child. Now her mother had just been out of danger and she was suffering from mental illness.

Sane sighed deeply. If someone hadn't assassinated him, the innocent mother and daughter wouldn't have suffer these.

"Sane." Harold saw the guilt in Sane's eyes and held the old man's hand tightly.

"I'm fine, just a little pitiful."

The woman looked at Harold strangely and hesitated whether to say it or not.

Noticing the woman's expression, Harold frowned and asked, "what's wrong?"