Chapter 446 If You're Not Afraid of Getting Beaten Up by Benjamin, Go Ahead.
Just a couple minutes past ten at night, Brian was already there.
Mark took him upstairs to the study to meet Charles. On the way, Brian asked, "Is he pissed or high today? Why's he asking me to hypnotize him to help him sleep?"
In the past, no matter how hard he tried, Charles never budged. But today, Charles suddenly wanted treatment, which had Brian scratching his head.
"Mr. Lancelot must've had a change of heart," Mark said, not really knowing what Charles and Austin had talked about either.
"Hope he really has," Brian muttered, worried about Charles.
Mark didn't say more and led Brian to the study. He closed the door, leaving them alone.
Charles was as cold as ever.
Brian didn't jump right into the hypnosis. He plopped down on the sofa across from Charles and said, "Hypnosis needs you to be all in. If you fight it, it won't work."
"I know," Charles replied flatly.
"What made you change your mind?" Brian asked.
"I just want a good night's sleep," Charles answered.
Brian instantly knew Charles hadn't really changed his mind.
He lounged there, his every move radiating a certain warmth, and said, "The past is just baggage. You two don't owe each other anything now. No need to keep beating yourself up over it."
"I am not," Charles said simply.
He wasn't beating himself up; he was filled with regret for the past and for not understanding true love from the start.
Brian sensed Charles didn't want to talk much and switched gears, "Alright, get ready. I'll start the hypnosis."
Charles did as he was told, took a shower, and lay down on the bed.
The hypnosis session went off without a hitch. Charles was cooperative, so it only took a bit over ten minutes to knock him out.
After the hypnosis, Brian tucked him in and only left after making sure he was sleeping soundly.
Mark had been waiting outside and felt a bit relieved when he heard it went smoothly.
"If possible, try to get him to accept some counseling," Brian said seriously, "If this keeps up, his body won't hold out."
Mark agreed but knew that unless Charles decided for himself, no one could convince him.
"How about his latest medical report?" Brian asked, worried about Charles's health. "Is it out yet?"
"Yeah, I just got it after work. Haven't had a chance to look at it yet," Mark said as he led Brian downstairs.
When Brian saw the report, his brows furrowed.
Mark was shocked too.
"How did he let himself get this bad?" Brian asked, looking at the data and diagnoses, feeling frustrated. "He's even got gastritis."
Mark stayed silent.
Lately, Charles hadn't been eating well. Sometimes he didn't eat at all, and other times he stopped after just a few bites.
Normally, people who don't eat well lack energy, but Charles seemed full of it every day, working twice as hard.
Brian figured it was time for a serious chat with Charles. He said, "You should go rest. Don't let him work for the next few days. I'll handle the mental stuff."
Mark wanted to say it wouldn't work.
Charles always did things his own way. Even Hayden and Laura couldn't sway him, let alone Brian.
But Mark kept quiet. Brian was clearly set on taking a hard line with Charles.
"Okay," Mark agreed and added, "If you hit a wall, call me. I'll come right over."
Brian nodded, understanding, and decided to crash at Charles's place for the night.
When Charles woke up the next day and saw Brian, he didn't say a word. After sipping some water, he finally spoke, "You can leave now."
"No rush," Brian said casually.
"I got something to talk to you about," he added, plopping down on the sofa and tossing the medical report on the table. "Check this out."
Charles thought it was some document and took it. When he saw it was his medical report, he paused, then casually flipped through it, reading each page.
After reading, he tossed the report back on the table, his tone as indifferent as ever, "I've seen it. What do you want to talk about?"
"Don't you have anything to say?" Brian pressed.
"About what?" Charles said nonchalantly.
"You know what," Brian shot back.
"I don't," Charles said, clearly uninterested, his eyes calm. "If there's nothing else, you can pack up and leave. I gotta get to work, excuse me."
Brian stood up and pushed him back into his seat. "Sit down!"
"In just two months, several of your health indicators are off," Brian said, worried. "You even have gastritis. If you don't get it together, you'll be in big trouble within a year."
Sleeping only two or three hours a day, never catching up on sleep, irregular eating habits—all of it had wrecked his stomach. If no one stepped in, Charles could very well drop dead one day!
"I know my body," Charles said honestly, then added, "I won't let myself die."
There were times recently when he felt chest pain while working, and he stopped immediately to rest, not pushing it.
He wouldn't mess around with his own health.
"If you really know, why don't you look at your heart's indicators?" Brian challenged. "From now on, you gotta eat well and rest every day. If you don't agree, you know the consequences."
Charles looked at Brian with a puzzled gaze which seemed asking, "Are you threatening me?"
"What consequences?" Charles said calmly.
"You know them yourself," Brian said, trying to sound confident.
Charles didn't care much about the medical report and answered naturally, "I don't."
"If you don't rest and eat well, I'll tell Daphne how you've been living these past two months and show her your medical report," Brian threatened, knowing what would hit Charles the hardest.
As expected, Charles's demeanor turned icy at these words.
His eyes, cold and deep, locked onto Brian as he spoke in a frosty tone, "If you're not afraid of getting your ass kicked by Benjamin, go ahead."
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