Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 931

It did not take long for the ambulance to arrive.

Andy accompanied Sherry in the ambulance.

Cherie had Boyle drive her as they followed them to the hospital.

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At the psychology department.

After some tests were done to Sherry, the head doctor asked while taking notes, "Did you take your meds as prescribed recently?"

Sherry remained silent so Andy replied, "Her mood was fine recently so she didn't take any. She even lowered her dosage significantly and wasn't even bothered if she had forgotten to take her meds."

The head doctor took a glance at Andy and asked, "Who are you to her?"

"Her boyfriend."

The head doctor said, "She needs to take her meds as prescribed or else the sudden episode she displayed today will happen again in the next three to five days. Since you're her boyfriend, you should contact her family and have them keep her company soon. I suggest you keep her in the hospital for further observation with the current state she's in."

Andy was stunned as he took a glance at the silent Sherry and replied to the doctor in a polite tone. "Alright. Let us discuss this matter for a bit."

After the doctor made his final assessments, he left the ward.

Cherie was standing outside of the patient's ward while looking into the room.

Boyle had a rough idea of what had happened and could roughly understand why she had cried earlier.

It seemed Sherry did not fall into the river earlier. Instead, she was attempting to take her own life.

Andy was sitting beside her bed as he reached out to pull the covers over Sherry before asking for her opinion, "Why don't we stay in the hospital?"

Sherry stared at him with a helpless gaze as she replied while shaking her head, "I'll be sad if I stay here. I don't want to stay in the hospital."

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Cherie remained completely silent when she got out of the hospital.

When she approached the car, she was unsure what was wrong with the door handle as she could not open it no matter how hard she tried.

It seemed Cherie's emotions had finally caught up to her as she started kicking the car.

She seemed extremely frustrated.

Boyle pulled her into his arms and embraced her tightly. He held onto the back of her head while burying her little face into his chest.

Boyle did not lower his head to look at her as he merely said, "Go ahead and cry."

Cherie's tears came pouring out as she broke down in his embrace. It did not take long for Boyle's shirt to be completely soaked in her tears.

She was sobbing hard while her hands grabbed Boyle's shirt around his waist tightly, wrinkling it.

She did not know how long she spent crying in Boyle's arms.

When Boyle was finally certain that she had stopped crying, he raised the little face from his embrace with his huge hand and stared intensely at her.

He stared at her with a sympathetic gaze as he asked, "Tell me, why did you cry? Was it because of Sherry or yourself?"

Cherie remained silent.

Cherie was unable to speak nor was she able to answer his question.

All she wanted was to cry since her emotions were pent up for a really long time. Her emotions were like a ball of yarn. They were messy and she felt so frantic that she wanted to cry.