The Transactional Marriage That Imploded novel Chapter 282

The rich scent of osmanthus trees greeted them. In the sunroom, Simon was having some premium herbal tea with Dr. Sylvia Mills.

The loose tea leaves floated gently in large glass cups, painting a lush green picture.

Sylvia was a female psychologist about Bianca's age, dressed in simple, elegant clothes, with a delicate oval face.

She had an incredibly warm smile, making her look as if she were bathed in sunlight.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Bianca. 'You're even prettier in person than on video.'

By the time Bianca had agreed to come, Sylvia had already reviewed her files.

The rocky life of a teenage genius, a disastrous marriage, the loss of her most cherished relative—all of it had plunged her into a bottomless abyss, sweeping her up in past and present miseries.

Considering the turbulent journey Bianca had endured, the fact that she had held on until now showed astonishing willpower.

Sylvia had seen countless patient cases, and Bianca was definitely one of the strongest.

The impression Bianca gave her was of someone who had wrapped herself in a hard shell to prevent the outside world from inflicting any more harm.

The trauma her ex-husband had caused her was the kind that sank deep into the bone.

Sylvia wasn't in a rush to take Bianca into the therapy room. Instead, she had her sit down, grab a drink, and chat with Simon for a bit.

Simon mentioned he hadn't had time to visit the art exhibit that morning. He said he really wanted to go after seeing the photos shared in their group, but he just couldn't find the right person to accompany him.

Bianca remarked that going alone had its own charm, and being solitary wasn't the same as being lonely; it was simply a different state of mind.

Taking a sip of tea, she added slowly, 'Besides, loneliness is much more interesting than settling.'

Hearing this, Sylvia knew Bianca wouldn't actively seek out people to hang out with. She was content hiding in her own world, slowly licking her wounds.

Even if the wounds couldn't heal, she continued to survive in her own way.

After tending to herself, she would pretend to be normal and fight the world again.

Especially against the ex-husband who had left her so scarred.

After their drinks, Sylvia led Bianca into the therapy room.

The room was elegantly minimalist, containing only a desk, a large floor-to-ceiling cabinet, and a therapy couch.

White gauze curtains fluttered gently against the large French windows.

The faint sound of running water could be heard nearby, and the room smelled of soothing lavender.

Sylvia asked Bianca to lie on the couch and began talking to her about how she felt.

Bianca said, 'I inexplicably want to cry every day. I feel like there's not much point to living. Except...'

Except to avenge Mabel and raise Aveline.

She couldn't find any other meaning in life, and as for Milo Wilder's feelings, she felt she probably couldn't reciprocate them.

Sylvia asked, 'Except what?'

Bianca refused to answer.

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