Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335 Listen to you 

Alva smiled when she saw Jackson. 

The nurse said he’d be back in two hours. She counted the time. 

It’s true. Almost two hours. 

Jackson saw her laughing and came over. “When did you wake up?” 

Alva took a pen and paper. “You’re about an hour behind.” 

“That’s early to wake up.” 

“Jackson said. 

Alva wrote a sentence, “Busy for something?” 

I looked at him with curious eyes. 

Jackson knew she was asking Vicky. 

Any word from Vicky. 

It’s been a long time since yesterday. 

Jackson took the pen and paper in her hand and held her hand. “Don’t talk,” he said. “I’ll talk.” 

Alva saw that he looked serious, knew that he was going to say something about Vicky, and nodded. 

“I found out about Vicky.” 

Jackson looked Alva in the eye and continued, “She was put in a 

mental hospital by Uriah. 

Alva’s eyes widened and she froze. 

A psychiatric hospital… 

Why would Uriah put Vicky in a mental hospital? 

When Alva asked, Jackson held her hand and said, “Don’t worry. I knew you were going to worry.” 

Alva is urgent. 

How could she not be in a hurry? 

What happens when a normal person goes to a mental hospital? 

It’ll drive you crazy. 

Alva took out her hand, quickly took the pen and paper, and began to say what she wanted to say. 

Jackson squeezed her hand and said, “Don’t worry. Just hear me out.” 

Alva looked at him anxiously, her eyes full of urgency. 

This is serious. 

“I just went out to see Vicky,” Jackson said. “She’s at Sky Psychiatric. She’s very emotional.” 

Alva tight between the brows. 

She didn’t know if Vicky was mentally ill, but she knew the girl wasn’t bad. 

Why would Uriah do that? 

Nooooo. 

He has reason to. 

Because Vicky threatened him. 

A man like him can’t stand threats. 

He will retaliate afterwards. 

Just like her. 

Alva smiles wryly. Meeting Uriah was really like meeting death. It was terrible. 

Jackson looked at Alva and said, “What do you want to do? I listen to you.” 

After a pause, he said. “Although I think it’s right that Vicky is in a mental hospital.” 

His eyes looked deep as he said this. 

Alva starts and looks at him. 

“She did that to your neck,” Jackson said. “A normal person wouldn’t do that.” 

Alva lowered her lips and thought in her eyes. 

Jackson’s words reminded her of Vicky jumping out of a building and threatening her. 

That’s a very extreme thing. 

Normal people don’t do that. 

Take a pen and paper and write down a sentence, “Have you seen her 

doctor?” 

Jackson nodded. “Yes, I have.” 

“How do you say?” 

“The doctor said she had obsessive-compulsive disorder, anxiety disorder, mania, phobia.”