Waverly hesitated. "Just talk to the psychiatrist. Perhaps he would give you new ideas and inspirations. Didn't we agree that will be better for our future?" Boris encouraged her. "We are leaving tomorrow. We might not have time. Thank you for your kindness," Waverly said. "I have made an appointment at ten o'clock in the evening in the hotel. He will come to the hotel," Boris said. "Y-you have arranged an appointment for me today?" Waverly had an unspeakable strange feeling in her heart. Even after knowing the death of his girlfriend, Boris could still call a psychiatrist for her. Did he do so out of friendship, generosity or because he pitied her? "My girlfriend said that she wanted me to do my best to help others on her behalf," Boris said with a smile. "The heavens must have summoned her back to be an angel," Waverly comforted Boris. "I think so too." It was night. Waverly ate a little, took a shower, stayed in the r
Waverly frowned and looked at Breddy's left hand. She saw as he put the coin in his left hand, "What if I want you to jump off the top floor?" "Then I'll jump right down." Breddy said affirmatively. He raised his smile and looked incredibly confident. His character was like the calm deep blue sea, vast and far-reaching, which made her feel at ease. Waverly's eyes once again fell on his left hand. "Believe in what you've seen. Things aren't as complicated as they seem. It's just that simple," Breddy reminded her. Waverly pointed at his left hand. As expected, the coin was in the palm of his hand when he opened it. "You won. What do you want me to do?" asked Breddy. Waverly looked coldly at the man in front of her. She would even save a stranger whom she didn't know, so how could she ask Breddy, who was treating her, to seek death? She had no idea why, but judging by his self-confidence, he seemed like he was playing house with
Boris asked, "What's the solution?" Breddy answered, "We'll have to make her take the initiative to face it." Boris sighed, "That's easier said than done." Shaking his head, Breddy replied, "It's not too hard. You said it yourself that she's a kind person. She would even help a complete stranger, so what makes you think she won't save a person that's extremely important to her?" Boris was stunned. Breddy continued, "If this person was heavily injured for her, she would realize that there's someone in this world who still loves her, and she'll naturally want to stay in this world for a little longer. By then, she'll be willing to open up her heart." Boris took a pause, and said, "But who is this person?" To the Waverly Martell of the past, Bellamy was everything to her. However, at present, he was nothing. She cared about everyone, but she refused to let others care about her. It seemed as if she had already merged into the world, but th
The bullet pierced through his chest, and blood dyed Joseph's silver coat red immediately. "Joseph!" Waverly's eyes were bloodshot, and her roaring voice was choked. He looked at her, and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy to do so. He fell a few steps back, and leaned against the window. The sea breeze tousled his hair into a mess. "Let go of me!" Waverly struggled, but they were too strong and she couldn't escape. "Push him down, and make sure he dies," said the person who was holding Waverly captive. "No!" Waverly yelled, but her efforts were futile. They walked up to Joseph and pushed him down the window ruthlessly. She screamed, "Joseph Mccarthy!" The person who was grabbing Waverly released her all of a sudden, and she rushed to the window as fast as lightning. Then, she jumped into the sea without hesitation. Joseph had been shot, and his blood diffused into the sea rapidly. Waverly dived into the red pool of blo
"Your husband and I are in room No. 1108, doing what we both like to do. Stella, why don't you divorce? Are you so mean? You can't keep his body or his heart." Stella stood at the door of room No. 1108, indifferently looking at the text message on her mobile phone. Her long eyelashes covered the darkness in her eyes, and there was no extra expression on her face. There was a sound of opening the door. Frederick suddenly came out with his gorgeous and enchanting assistant in his arms. When he saw Stella, he paused slightly and raised the corners of his mouth. "Again to catch her? Why don't you go in? It's hot outside. Aren't you tired of standing?" Stella looked at him indifferently and said, "I'm afraid that I'll disturb your Grace so that you won't raise my hand when you see me. However, are you well?" Frederick's eyes flashed with anger when he heard her curse. "Stella, you were the one who was dirty at that time. Why do you have to be so wei
"I'll go in with her." Three seconds later, Jasper Milton had changed his mind. He loosened his grip and took a step back. "No!" Everyone said in unison. Lieutenant Johnson tried to get a word in. "It is too dangerous for you to go in, Chief. If the Deputy Commander gets wind of this, we won't be able to explain ourselves!" "Don't talk nonsense. It is the same danger for anyone who goes in. Stay here and wait for my order." Jasper ordered decisively." "But, Chief…" Lieutenant Johnson wanted to continue, but was swiftly silenced by the cutting look on Jasper's face. Helplessly, he nodded mutely "Yes, sir." Grabbing Stella's elbow, perhaps with more strength than necessary, Jasper pulled her along towards Room 801. She lifted her hand to knock on the door, but it was quickly held by Jasper. The current was electrifying. Almost as a reflex, Stella yanked her hand back. She was not used t
Stella did not waste time, using a pair of scissors to cut open the pregnant woman's pants. The child's foot could already be seen. There was no time for a Caesarean. As time went by, the child would surely suffocate. "Hold on a little longer." Stella injected anesthetic into the woman and made an incision across her lower body. The anesthetic had not kicked in yet. Feeling the pain, the pregnant woman could not control her shouts, "I'm going to sue you, bitch! I will make sure you lose your license and never operate on another person again!" "Once the child is safely delivered, you can sue me then. I'll wait for you." Stella shrugged her shoulders. The child was delivered smoothly. Stella cut off the umbilical cord, and the child's loud cries reverberated throughout the room. Finally heaving a sigh of relief, Stella looked at the woman only to find that she had already fainted. Stella's heart quickened and quickly
The criminal was startled by Stella's actions and stood still. He was stunned for a moment. Stella put on a sarcastic smile with a desolate look in her eyes. "Come on, if I'm dead. You will all die with me." She was obviously very indifferent to death. Her eyes were as cold as a wintry December. Jasper's eyes deepened and stared straight at Stella. "Boss, I want to kill her!" The yellow-haired criminal clenched his fists and said. The older criminal stood up. Stella also stood up and walked towards the yellow-haired man. The atmosphere was extremely tense, like a thin string on the verge of breaking. The older criminal was shocked by her courage and pointed his gun at her. "Don't come any closer." Stella sneered. She caught a glimpse of Jasper outside the door from the corner of her eye and paused. "May I use the bathroom?" Stella said cleverly. "Just do it here," the older man said cautiously.