Chapter 744 Flowers Blooming Upon Our Reunion
“Miss Grace, will you be able to stay happy every day?” a reporter asked.
Stella smiled, “Of course not. I will be annoyed when I realize I did not bring an umbrella when it started raining. I will also be under pressure when the patient’s family fails to understand my efforts. I will feel unwell when I catch a cold, and furious when someone deceives me. I will feel gloomy when I don’t get to eat and I will be in distress if the person I love rejected me. Humans can experience many emotional changes in a day, but as long as we know how to control our emotions and regain our rationality, we can embrace happiness easily. As long as there is a possible solution to a problem, then there isn’t any reason to be anxious.”
“What if there’s no solution to the problem?”
“Good question. If we fail to resolve an issue and it can’t be solved by any means, giving up will be the preferred option. As long as you are willing to let it go, you will gain something new as gains and sacrifices are interrelated,” Stella responded calmly.
“What if we must solve the problem?” the reporter asked again.
“Since it’s impossible to resolve the problem, if we refuse to let it go, the person-in-charge of the problem will be the first to have a nervous breakdown. Moreover, wishing for something that will never occur would eventually lead to distress. Thoughts of failure and its negative consequences will cloud the person’s mind. He will be so pessimistic that he will fall into despair.”
“Isn’t that running away from the problem?” the journalist asked bluntly.
“In my opinion, it depends on the situation. If you insist that it’s called avoiding the problem or if you disagree with my statement, all I can say is, don’t take it so seriously. It’s just a small matter. We don’t have to waste our time and energy to prove our statements and reach an agreement. It will only make us upset and I rather use the time to do something that I enjoy,” Stella responded.
The crowd broke into thunderous applause.
Stella smiled and nodded in response.
“Thank you to our expert of psychology, Stella Grace, for being here today to give this amazing speech,” the host said enthusiastically before proceeding to invite a brain expert to the stage.
Within an hour, all the experts in neurology had given their speech and exchanged their phone numbers.
When Stella came out of the conference hall, four policemen in casual clothing approached her. “Hello, Miss Grace, do you remember me? I’m George. We worked together on a case before.”
Stella recognized him at a glance. “Hello, what can I do for you?”
“There is a patient by the name Sherry among your clients, am I right?” George asked.
Stella nodded. “It’s been three months since I last saw her. Did anything happen to her?”
“Is it alright for you if we talk somewhere else?” George said cordially.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
“Sure.”
Stella and her assistant, Archer, followed George and the other policemen to a nearby café.
“Sherry committed suicide this morning, but there’s something peculiar about the incident. Could you provide us with more details about her condition?” George asked.
“Suicide?” Stella was appalled. “I don’t think that it’s possible.”
“Why do you say so?” George asked.
“She was depressed because her son passed away. She felt that it was her fault that he died as she did not look after him properly, leading to the kidnapping incident. Her son was killed by his captors. After his death, she was tormented with nightmares every single night. She blamed herself consistently and was filled with guilt. The anguish led to insomnia and eventually depression. She had been receiving treatment for the past two years. At first, she had to come every day, and then every week, and eventually, the visit was reduced to once a month. ”
“This means her condition has improved, am I correct?” George asked.
“Of course, I am well aware of her mental condition. Three months ago, she came to me for her last visit. She was in high spirits and announced that she was 3 months pregnant. She promised that she will take good care of her baby and will not let anything happen to him. Hence, I cannot figure out why she would commit suicide unless something significant had occurred and she was deprived of hope,” Stella frowned as she responded.
George looked at his colleague before saying to Stella, “She committed suicide in a room locked from the inside. Her stomach was split open and she died of excessive blood loss. A death will was sent to her husband via e-mail. However, she wrote in her Facebook post that she would stay alive and watch them die miserably. Hence, we suspect that she was murdered.”
“However, his husband revealed that she had a split personality, which made them terrified. This was also written in her death will.”
“May I have a look at the will?” Stella asked.
“No problem,” George handed his phone to Stella.
Stella read the death will by Sherry and said directly, “This will is forged.”
George was startled and asked, “Why do you think so?”
“The will states that she was aware of her mental illness. It says that her husband concealed the secret from her because he did not want to hurt her, yet she remembered herself stabbing him with a knife. She thought that she was possessed by a ghost and hence, she ended her life for fear of hurting those she loves.”
“Your suspicion is based on the fact that if she did have dissociative identity disorder (DID), she would not have remembered the assault as patients with split personalities will lose their memory of what happened when the other personality emerges, am I right? However, she also wrote about her split personality on Facebook,” George replied.
“If that’s the case, she must be faking her mental illness. The target is her husband. You should talk to him,” Stella suggested.
“I see. Thank you for your help, Miss Grace,” George said.
“You’re welcome,” Stella replied politely as she took a sip of her coffee.
George left with the others shortly after.
Stella enjoyed her coffee leisurely while listening to the graceful music in the café.
“Stella, aren’t you going to intervene in the case?” Archer asked.
“Of course not. It’s obvious who’s the murderer and it’s just a simple case. They can solve it by themselves and it won’t cause a sensation. There’s no need to get involved.”
“Stella, you are amazing and sharp. If you ever decide to close your clinic, we can open a private detective agency. The business will be a success,” Archer praised.
“We have professionals specialized in different fields and we should just be contented with our specialization and accomplishment. Let’s just live happily,” Stella said with a smile.
“Stella, I didn’t arrange any appointments with patients for you this afternoon. Will you still go to the clinic?” Archer asked.
Stella leaned against the sofa and replied, “I prefer to snatch a little leisure from a busy life. I’m not going to the clinic. It’s great just to lie here and listen to music. You can return to the clinic first.”
“Alright, then I’ll take my leave now. I have a patient in the afternoon.”
“Sure,” Stella answered lazily. She closed her eyes and fell into a slumber.
While she was asleep, she sensed someone covering her with a blanket.
The person radiated warmth and she had an odd sensation that he was someone familiar.
She was still in a dream-like state. Dazzled by the light, she narrowed her eyes slightly and caught sight of a man with short hair.
Blinded by the light, she closed her eyes and decided not to think much about the matter. When she finally woke up and observed the blanket covering her, she smiled.
The simple gesture warmed her heart. It was quite romantic like a dream.
She rose and went to the bathroom to wash her face. Her coffee was already cold.
She glanced at the time. It was five o’clock in the afternoon. It was a long nap.
She pressed the call button to signal for the waiter.
The waiter approached with a smile.
“Could you give me the bill?” Stella said.
“A gentleman has already paid for you just now,” the waiter replied.