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Chapter 770
She thought of Jack and felt extremely bad for him.
“Ms. Rachford.” The bodyguard noticed her reddened eyes and asked in a low voice, “Are you okay?”
“I'm fine...” Genevieve discovered that her voice was hoarse when she spoke. She could not dispel the
sadness within her, as if she could shed tears as soon as she blinked.
She returned to the ward with the bodyguards and found Jack inside when she pushed the door open.
He was wearing a black trench coat that complimented his slender figure and had brought some
clothes and skin care products for Genevieve. He was just taking them out and placing them on the
table when he looked back and saw her coming in. As soon as he saw her reddened eyes filled with
tears, his expression turned grim immediately.
“What happened?” Jack asked the two bodyguards, “Who bullied her?”
The bodyguards felt their scalps tingling from the hostility of their employer, but before they could
speak, Genevieve suddenly crouched down.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJack cupped her face, only to find that in just a few seconds, tears were rolling down her cheeks. The
sadness and despair in her eyes caused his heart to throb in pain.
“Don't cry. Okay?” Jack could not be bothered to chide the bodyguards. He carried Genevieve to the
couch and gently wiped away her tears with a tissue. “My heart breaks seeing you cry.”
He seemed to have noticed something and stared at her. “Genev?”
Genevieve bit her lower lip but did not say anything.
Jack called the two bodyguards over and asked them again with a grim expression.
One of the bodyguards related everything, “Ms. Rachford said she was worried about the son of the
Homptons and insisted on going to the hospital surveillance room to have a look...”
Jack assumed that she was interested in Harry, and the latter's mother did not allow him to meet her
again, so she cried out of misery.
His worry instantly turned into anger. He threw the tissue on the table and said coldly, “Remember. This
body isn't yours. Should you dare to fool around, I'll kill you!”
It took a lot of effort for Genevieve to suppress her discomfort.
She did not dare to look at Jack and kept her head down. “I'm a little sleepy,” she choked out hoarsely.
“Has she eaten anything?” he asked the bodyguard.
“Yes. An hour ago, Dr. Lynch from the psychiatry department came to see her and brought her food,”
the bodyguard replied.
Jack grunted in acknowledgment. He carried Genevieve to the bed, bent down, and removed her
shoes.
“Rest well.” He tucked her in before stating casually, “I'll take you back to Jadeborough tomorrow.”
Genevieve did not speak, merely burying herself in the quilt.
She slept until around seven in the evening. The nurse brought dinner, which consisted of pork stew
and pie. As soon as she tasted them, she knew they were prepared by Armand.
He informed her on WhatsApp that he had to return to Jadeborough in advance and sent someone to
bring over the dinner he had prepared for her.
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She originally wanted to call him but was afraid that she could not control her tears then, and he would
rush over to see her. Hence, she ultimately placed her phone down.
The next day, Jack brought Genevieve back to Jadeborough, and the two went to a psychiatric clinic.
Upon entering the consultation room, she saw three to four people sitting in the conference room on
the right. There were men and women, and among them, she recognized a tall man with blond hair and
blue eyes. He was a famous psychiatrist in Mysonna.
After she had entered the separate consultation room, the blond man soon came in and treated her.
Genevieve did have an identical twin sister who died in her mother's womb when she was only a few
months old, but she had made up the symptoms of dissociative identity disorder to deceive Jack.
How could I require treatment when there's nothing wrong with me?
To prevent Jack from finding out, Genevieve could only cooperate with a few of the world's best
psychiatrists in undergoing hypnosis treatment and ultimately still appear before everyone as the alter
ego.
Jack scowled. Never did he expect that the four psychiatrists would fail to treat her.
However, he dared not do anything for fear of hurting her by using a harsher method.