Chapter 506 Connor Once Begged Elbert for Jasmine
At the supermarket, Elbert was hauling a big bag of rice. Since he couldn't carry anything else, he dumped it on Evan, who was in a wheelchair.
Evan looked shocked. 'Seriously? Making a disabled guy carry rice?'
"It's just a bag of rice. Can't you handle it?" Elbert, juggling multiple bags, pushed Evan with a look of disdain.
Evan's pride took a hit. "Shut up."
He could definitely carry the rice; his legs were injured, not his arms.
Seeing Evan angrily grab the rice, Elbert smirked.
Evan wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
Elbert remembered Evan as a determined guy, always aiming to be the best. Whether it was basketball or school sports, he always wanted to be number one. He'd stand on the podium, smiling at his sister Jasmine like nothing else mattered.
There were rumors at school that Evan was overly protective of Jasmine.
Lots of people were after Jasmine back then.
Evan always had a scowl, ready to confront anyone who sent her love letters.
Elbert and Evan's first interaction was over a love letter.
In school, Elbert wasn't interested in much—just classes, sleeping, studying, and exams.
A friend of Elbert's liked Jasmine but was too scared of Evan to give her a love letter, so he asked Elbert to do it.
Out of friendship, Elbert agreed.
But before he could say anything, Evan grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the stairwell.
Elbert was a freshman, same grade as Jasmine, while Evan was a senior, taller and intimidating.
"Stay away from my sister," Evan warned.
Elbert didn't say a word, not even mentioning the letter wasn't his. Instead, he became more intrigued by Evan.
What kind of brother gets so jealous of his sister's suitors?
"Elbert, give it up," Evan said, putting the rice on the cart. "If you're trying to get back at me for warning you off Jasmine, forget it."
He thought, 'But if you're trying to save me, don't bother. It's pointless.'
Elbert loaded the cart and looked seriously at Evan. "My life's been smooth, except for your warning in freshman year. I want to see if I'll mess up again with you."
Evan sneered. "You're so childish."
"And you're so mature, so great you sent your sister to prison for five years," Elbert shot back, clearly provoking Evan.
Evan felt more like he was being punished than helped.
Elbert's words hit a nerve, making Evan lose control. He angrily told Elbert to get lost and even fell out of the wheelchair, scraping his hands and legs.
Elbert looked down at him. "If you think I'm here for revenge, you're right. You wronged Jasmine. Someone has to make you pay. You can't escape without consequences; it's unfair to her."
Evan clenched his fists, lying on the ground in pain, his legs numb.
"Until your sins are washed away, everything you go through is penance. You'll be living in a hell," Elbert said, squatting in front of him and patting his face. "Don't think you can be a coward; I'll be watching you."
Connor first suggested desensitization and provocative therapy. Elbert admitted Connor was a genius but also its biggest critic.
Elbert thought this psychological treatment was too cruel, like hellish torment for the patient.
Provoking someone repeatedly to scar their soul and then grow new, tougher skin seemed brutal. 'Better to let them die and be free,' he thought.
But now, Elbert understood Connor's intention.
He desperately wanted his patient to live.
When a psychologist becomes obsessive, they also become a patient.
Elbert went mad, wanting the person he loved to live.
Though he couldn't grasp Connor's feelings for Jasmine, he wanted to try Connor's method to see if it worked.
Connor didn't want to see Jasmine die. He would rather she lived and they tormented each other.
In Elbert's case, Evan was the one being tormented.
Elbert always kept a rational perspective as a psychologist.
Also, a god's perspective.
The more he learned about Evan's past, the more Elbert wanted him to live in pain.
Not just Evan, but also Daniel and everyone who had hurt Jasmine.
"Get lost. I don't want to see you," Evan said, trying to refuse Elbert's treatment.
"I can leave, but Ethan wants to see me. Maybe Jasmine's situation isn't as good as it seems," Elbert said calmly.
Evan's heart tightened, glaring at Elbert.
He always knew psychologists were scary, but not this terrifying.
In front of Elbert, Evan felt transparent, more terrifying than being naked.
"Can you listen to me now?" Elbert asked.
Evan frowned, staying silent.
"Have you heard of Connor?" Elbert asked.
Evan still didn't speak.
"He's the best psychologist in Silverlight City, a genius in our mentor's eyes, my senior, and also my patient," Elbert said, leaning against the car.
He let Evan struggle to get up from the ground.
"He's a lot like you, high and mighty, as if no one mattered, and very harsh with his words," Elbert smiled. "In school, we had different views and often disagreed. He was extremely harsh in his criticism of me."
"A project I cared about, an experimental startup plan, was canceled by the school because of his few words," Elbert said, lighting a cigarette.
"He said my ideas were unrealistic," Elbert sneered. "He seemed to have never asked anyone for anything in his life, but four years ago, he came to me for help."
"Do you know who he came to me for?" Elbert asked, smiling more.
He reached out to Evan, wanting to pull him up.
Evan's face was pale, his body stiff, but he still took Elbert's hand.
Elbert grabbed Evan's wrist and extinguished the burning cigarette in Evan's palm.
Evan's skin was already pale, and the pain made his face even whiter.
"For Jasmine."
"That year, it was Jasmine's fifth suicide attempt after the second phase of psychological treatment failed. She had secretly sharpened a plastic spoon during meals and cut three deep gashes on her left wrist, leaving herself no way out."
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