Semua Bab Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Bab 191 - Bab 200

In the study, the tense atmosphere made Zachary uncomfortable. William sat at his mahogany desk, working on his art, not even glancing up.After what felt like forever, he finished and set down his brush. "What's been keeping you so busy lately?""Just business matters.”"Business? Seems more like romance. I don't oppose relationships, but you should know about this woman's history." William looked concerned.Zachary smiled wryly. "Grandfather, I know Sarah better than anyone. Don't listen to gossip."William chuckled. "How would you know?"Zachary shrugged. "If nobody had complained to you, why this sudden summons?""Indeed, someone sent me some troubling emails."Zachary remained silent. William probably didn't believe the rumors. He was likely just testing him."Your personal life is your business. Make your own choices. You can go." William waved him away.After the academic scandal, Sarah signed with the Psychology Journal, publishing her research.This caused quite a s

But Sarah leaned against him, poking his face with her finger. "Hey? You're Mr. Reynolds! Why do you have two noses?"She tried to focus on his nose but couldn't control her vision, growing dizzier. She collapsed against him. "Zachary likes me.""What did you say?" he asked softly, his eyes full of tenderness as he steadied her.No matter what he asked, Sarah just giggled.He'd been drinking too, but wasn't as drunk as Sarah. Still clear-headed, he arranged for staff to take the other three to their rooms. He wanted to get Sarah to bed too - it was past one AM and getting cold.He helped her to her room and tucked her in. As he turned to leave, she grabbed his hand tightly."Don't go, don't go..."Zachary's heart ached. He sat on the bed's edge. "Okay, I'll stay.""Zachary, Zachary, Zach..." she mumbled, tossing restlessly. He adjusted her covers. "I'm here. What is it?""Like..." Sarah murmured.Zachary leaned closer. "What did you say?"He heard her whisper his name repeat

Before Lucy's sentencing, her lawyer presented a psychiatric evaluation diagnosing her with severe paranoid delusion and bipolar disorder.Instead of prison time, she was committed to a psychiatric facility for treatment and monitoring.After the verdict, Sarah met with Grace.Grace laughed bitterly. "I knew it wouldn't be that simple."Sarah shook her head. "We did everything we could. Even in a psychiatric hospital, she'll have to live as a patient and undergo treatment. That might be harder for her.""Miss Sanders, did you send my daughter to her grandmother's?" Grace asked anxiously.Sarah nodded. "Yes. Behave well and you might get parole. I'll keep an eye on your daughter and help if needed."Grace nearly cried with gratitude. "Miss Sanders, thank you."At City Psychiatric Hospital.A police car delivered Lucy. A black Mercedes waited outside as James entered the director's office.Thirty minutes later, the beaming director showed James out. Police escorted Lucy inside,

Some patients shouted at her, "Are you the new horse? I'm a white horse - what breed are you?""There's someone behind you, you know. She's clinging to your back."Just hearing this covered her in cold sweat. Even in her room she found no peace - all the patients were screaming. She felt close to breaking.She told the doctors and nurses countless times she wasn't mentally ill, but it was useless.Her psychiatric evaluation showed bipolar disorder and paranoid delusions, so the nurses treated her like any other patient.That night, after violently injuring a nurse, Lucy was put in a straitjacket. With her hands bound, she was miserable.She'd never experienced anything like this. Why were the doctors and nurses treating her this way when her brother had arranged everything?She couldn't stomach the medication or even the food.In the cafeteria, she flipped her tray, spilling food everywhere, then shoved away the orderly who came to clean up.A doctor approached with medication

"You're hurt,” he said softly, his voice tinged with concern.Dark, heavy clouds split open with a blinding flash of lightning, thunder rumbling. Sarah flinched and pressed herself into Zachary's arms, trembling.She had always been terrified of thunderstorms.Zachary held her close, one arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand gently stroking her hair.She didn't notice the flicker of guilt and subtle anxiety in his eyes.Sarah breathed in his comforting scent, feeling completely secure. He must be apologizing for not reaching her sooner during the storm.The next morning, the night's rain had completely vanished. Golden sunlight radiated intense warmth, as if the previous night's tempest had never occurred.Sarah opened her amber eyes to find the bed empty. The pillow was still warm - he had left quite some time ago.Dressed and ready, she walked into the kitchen. Breakfast was already prepared, a small note beside her plate."Good morning, I've gone to work."Below the