Chapter 336 Connor Is a Terrifying Person
Coming out of the bathroom, Jasmine sat nervously at the dining table.
Ethan noticed that Jasmine was not in the right mood. He reached out to hold her hand, but Jasmine, feeling scared, dodged away.
Jasmine nervously looked at Ethan and fell silent for a long time.
'If my condition worsened, how long could you tolerate me?’
'I couldn't control the timing of my seizures, nor could I control my emotions.’
'I only brought negative emotions to everyone around me.' she mulled over.
Ethan asked Jasmine patiently, “Jasmine, what are you afraid of?"
He really gave all his patience to Jasmine.
Jasmine still felt anxious and scared.
This was the fear she couldn't control.
"Did Henry look for you?" Jasmine didn't say, so Ethan could only guess.
Recently, due to issues with the Crestwood Development Group and funding, the SHC Group has made it difficult for Henry to break free. Henry had temporarily not come to Silverlight City to provoke Jasmine.
But Ethan was still worried that Henry would continue to bother Jasmine.
Jasmine paused for a moment, then shook her head.
There was also Henry.
She took his money, temporarily tying him up and preventing him from going after Ethan's new company. However, she promised Henry that she would definitely follow through on what she agreed to do.
"No, Henry didn't reach out to me. He's currently tied up." Jasmine explained, "Let's head to Maple Grove as soon as possible to sign the contract with Mr. Everhart. I always worry that delays could lead to complications."
Ethan squeezed her hand. "Are you worried about this? Don't be afraid, there won't be any mishaps."
Jasmine didn't speak anymore. She nodded.
That night, Jasmine didn't eat much and clearly lacked appetite.
Originally, I helped the Cunningham Group secure a partnership with the Crestwood Development Group. Jasmine was very happy about it, but ever since she met Connor, her entire demeanor has been off.
"Jasmine," Ethan said in a low voice as he lay on the bed, pulling Jasmine into his arms and holding her close. "I will always be here."
Jasmine hesitated for a while, then turned and nestled into his arms.
Ethan rubbed her head and whispered, "Go to sleep."
Jasmine tightly grasped Ethan's clothes, probably subconsciously still afraid that he wouldn't want her.
Ethan never pressed her about what happened, probably afraid of triggering her.
"Ethan, Connor was my therapist," Jasmine whispered.
Ethan's heart tightened as he looked down at Jasmine. "I know," he said softly.
"The year when the person I trusted the most personally sent me to prison was the darkest year of my life," Jasmine's voice was hoarse. "I don't remember how I got through those years, and now, recalling the memories in prison, it all feels numb."
Jasmine still remembers the scenes where she was bullied and hurt by others, some of which have become a bit blurry.
"When I lost count of how many times I attempted suicide, Connor arranged for me to undergo MECT treatment, claiming it could help me temporarily forget the pain."
Jasmine was very clear that she couldn't forget all the pain, nor could she escape the cage and abyss that trapped her.
"Can't you forget, right?" Ethan whispered.
She couldn't forget.
"No one could emerge from that abyss; it was like a swamp, only dragging people deeper. Occasionally, the sky cleared, but one step forward meant eternal damnation," Jasmine looked up at Ethan. "I'm scared that one day I might do something to hurt myself, you, and Justin."
She was afraid she would become uncontrollable.
"You won't," Ethan tightened his grip on Jasmine's hand.
Liberty Tower Plaza.
Psychological counseling room.
Connor looked at the information in his hands, analyzing the patient's condition very seriously.
"Sorry, sir, Connor requires appointments to be scheduled half a month in advance. If you would like to have a psychological consultation, you can book in advance..."
"Connor！"
The office door was pushed open, and Ethan stood there with a cold expression on his face, furrowing his brows as he looked at Connor.
Connor smiled at the patient. "Today's consultation ends here. Come back another day."
"What could make you come to me on your own?" Connor stood up, smiled at Ethan, and casually poured him a cup of coffee.
"Jasmine seemed off since she met you yesterday. Let's talk about it," Ethan said, sitting on the sofa across from Connor.
"I guess you guys will be divorced soon," Connor said with a meaningful smile.
"Are you looking for trouble on purpose?" Ethan tugged at his tie, looking like he was about to throw a punch.
Connor looked at Ethan with a faint smile. "After all these years, you're still the same. I thought you were like the rumors, aloof and serious."
"Connor, no matter what's going on with you, stay away from my wife," Ethan warned Connor.
"Do you know Jasmine?" Connor set down his coffee cup and provocatively looked at Ethan.
"She is my wife. What do you think?" Ethan frowned.
"But you must not have the same level of understanding about her as I do," Connor smiled faintly.
"Jasmine has severe psychological stress trauma, major depression, severe somatization, and all the uncontrollable factors that come with emotional instability."
The Jasmine you see now is the Walking Dead. I spent five years of effort and hard work pulling out of the abyss. Her current emotional stability is thanks to my psychological therapy, not your brief care," Connor said firmly, tapping on the table.
He subtly influenced people to agree with his statements.
"Ethan, you are not an emotionally stable person yourself. How do you take care of Jasmine?" Connor spoke up again.
"Don't use your fancy words to try to tame me. If we can't communicate, we can settle it with a fight." Ethan was somewhat resentful and disliked Connor, this kind of psychologist.
Ethan was aware of Connor's strengths; he was very skilled at manipulating others' emotions and vulnerabilities.
'During my school days, Connor could turn friends into enemies with just a few words, as well as convince teachers to assist him in dealing with troublesome students.’
'He was always able to pinpoint others' weaknesses and target their vulnerabilities effortlessly.’
'This kind of person was terrifying.’
'To deal with someone like Connor, I have to hit him before he opens his mouth and makes eye contact.' he thought.
This was still the method that Mitchell taught Ethan.
"Beat him up. Connor is just a fairy. Don't even look into his eyes. Once you do, you'll be mesmerized by him. If he goes into scamming, he's definitely a scamming genius!" Mitchell didn't have Connor's high level of skills, so he had to find another way, using his temperamental nature to fend off all of Connor's logical attacks."
Connor chuckled. "Did Mitchell teach you that?"
Ethan rubbed his forehead.
Connor was the only person who could make Ethan feel oppressed because most people in front of Connor seemed like transparent figures.
Connor was like a person living on the sidelines, adept at manipulating the chessboard to drive the course of events.
And he, as if forever, detached from everything.
"You came to see me today because of Jasmine, right? You want to know about Jasmine, to understand what she has been through in these past five years," Connor spoke up again.
"She is my wife," Ethan continued, maintaining his composure, although he realized he knew too little about Jasmine.
Based on the information he gathered from his investigation, it was impossible to understand Jasmine's past truly.
Connor was right. He was the person who knew Jasmine the best.
Because he washer therapist.
"This is Jasmine's complete file, including images from when she fell ill, photos and videos from her suicide, and details of her actions during emotional breakdowns."
Connor was holding a file stored in a USB drive.
"But I can't give it to you. That's my duty as a doctor," Connor said, tightening his grip on the USB drive and looking at Ethan with a faint smile.
"I can only tell you that Jasmine is very dangerous. If you can't fully prepare yourself to deal with her, it's best to stay away from her."
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