The President’s Stubborn Love

Once again, Sherry’s question froze Elina in her tracks.

She hesitated slightly before smiling slowly, “You were probably too tired, we were talking and you fell asleep, for about forty minutes, I happened to have a patient next door so I didn’t call you.”

Sherry rubbed the corner of her forehead and nodded, “Sorry, I haven’t had much rest lately.”

“It’s okay, by the way, this is my personal contact information, if you have any stress or … it’s an occupational hazard for me, you can always call me.” Elina is very gentle for people.

Sherry hesitated and picked it up.

“Thank you, Elina.”

She addressed it smoothly, then got up and walked out.

Elina sat in her chair, but froze for a few moments, then immediately opened her computer and quickly wrote down her judgement of Sherry in the document she had just created.

“Heavy-duty defensive personality with extremely high anti-hypnotic abilities.”

Afterwards, she told Aaron the full review of Sherry over the phone.

“You mean to tell me that she has more psychological problems than Monica?” Aaron obviously hadn’t expected this outcome.

“Yes, and I requested access to some video footage from her time in prison and I found out that she had already had a fit in there, she would break down in tears without warning and also hurt herself in an unconscious state.” Elina turned off that video and whispered, “Mr. Swift, my advice is …”

The man’s eyes gradually turned cold as he listened to the voice on the handset of his mobile phone.

Sherry had thought she could go straight home, but halfway there she got a call from Aaron.

She froze after hearing that and asked rhetorically, “Mr. Swift, you want me to chaperone Monica?”

Did she hear correctly!

All along, Aaron has been repulsed by the idea of letting her get close to Monica.

Now not only has she been allowed to go there, but she has been asked to chaperone.

“Yeah, no?”

“Of course I do!” Sherry even got a little too excited to hold her phone, “Then I …”

“Go and pack your things now, and if you arrive later than me, you will never have the chance to redeem yourself.”

Aaron then hung up the phone.

Sherry didn’t dare hesitate to prepare anything and headed straight for the sanatorium.

She had just arrived downstairs when a long, elegant figure arrived in the distance, a sharp, elegant handmade suit with a properly ironed horizontal tie, his whole aura in full swing, every step a little more meaningful in the sunlight.

He stood in front of Sherry, his voice deep and solid, “You got here fast, go in.”

Sherry hurriedly followed him inside.

He does believe in her, that she would not hurt Monica, that she has the heart to atone for her past sins.

Only, before she could rejoice, she was handed over to an escort by Aaron, “who is the one who will be accompanying Monica through her treatment.”

Sherry was caught off guard and was already being dragged through the metal door.

“Mr. Swift, please be assured that we will take good care of the young lady.”

Sherry’s pupils snapped open and she watched as someone was about to come up and drag her in, “What do you mean?”

Aaron stood in the doorway and just glanced at her.

“Nothing, just so you can experience what Monica has suffered.”

He also wanted to know if the analysis of the condition given by Elina was right or not.

If it had worked for Sherry, it must have worked for Monica too, and how could he let his own sister suffer that kind of treatment?

But Sherry, not so much.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Aaron left her here, turned around and left.

Let Sherry shout at him frantically, but he didn’t stop for a single step.

Once again, she has lost her freedom because of Aaron.

She was huddled in the lavishly decorated ward, crouched only on the floor in the corner, in a room with everything but internet and mobile phones, food and drink, and clothes and bedding of brands Sherry could not afford.

She was completely transformed into a canary.

Occasionally a carer would come over to talk to her, but Sherry didn’t want to talk to them at all.

“Sherry, anything you need, you can tell me.”

“Sherry?”

“Dinner’s ready.”

Sherry’s expression was always indifferent and there was always a question but no answer.

Even the caregivers eventually got together and commented, “She doesn’t have a problem with her ears, does she?”

“No, they were … before.”

“But no matter what she’s told, she just doesn’t respond, and in my opinion, she’s probably moved on to the next stage of her condition.”

“What are you talking about? Don’t remember the rules of the institution!” A cold voice rang out, and the caretaker who came over had an extra silver seal on his chest.

It was an honor reserved for her.

A medal of commendation for caring for a number of special patients.

“Kirsty, we’re just saying.” The young carer bowed her head, “Mainly, she’s not eating or drinking, and we’re worried about her health, after all, she’s the one Mr. Swift sent.”

“Yes, we can’t even account for it if we starve her.”

Kirsty’s eyes glanced over to Sherry, “From Mr. Swift?”

“Right!”

The young carer brightened up, “Kirsty, you’ve looked after Monica for so long before, why don’t you go over there and have a look?”

Kirsty turned indifferently, as if she hadn’t even heard the words, and walked straight past Sherry.

The other carers looked at each other and shook their heads.

“It’s useless for you to tell her that, she’s fallen into the eyes of money now, she’ll do anything given money, she’s not going to be a living bodhisattva if she doesn’t have it.”

The nurses murmured a few more words and went back to their respective jobs.

Sherry just sat there all night in a daze.

The next morning, she finally couldn’t hold on and collapsed on the floor.

A small dog, along the fence, crawled in from outside, rubbed up against Sherry and kept licking her face.

It’s wet and sticky.

Sherry opened her eyes in boredom, took in the small furry thing in front of her and was about to throw it.

A voice rang out from outside, “That’s Monica’s dog.”

She pressed the little one’s head and suddenly stopped moving.

Kirsty carried her breakfast and pushed open the door.

Sherry stared defensively at the other man.

Breakfast was simple, just plain water and buns.

Kirsty sat down in front of her, picking up the dog in her hand, and said lightly, “Monica knows you’re here and she wants to see you.”

Sherry had a breathless laugh.

“Don’t lie to me, she doesn’t even know me.”

The last time they met, Monica asked her if they were friends.

Kirsty looked doubtful, “Is that so? Do you think, like Mr. Swift, that Monica is sick all the time?”

Sherry lifted her eyes and looked over, wondering if she had been hungry for so long that the face in front of her looked familiar.

Kirsty threw down a line as she got up to leave.

“Are the people who are kept here all really mentally ill? Or do their families simply not understand them and are only there to restrict the freedom of their shells.”

“Maybe, only you know, what Monica really needs.”