Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 937

Dr. Shania handed Boyle the prescription medication and hid a note in it. It was the instructions and dosage for her medication.

After Boyle left the hospital, a few doctors started discussing amongst themselves.

"Miss Fudd's condition is extremely serious. She would have suicidal tendencies if she continues to refuse admission."

"Her treatment will be even more complicated and longer then."

Dr. Shania sighed as she said, "I think President Lawson needs to be treated as well."

The few of the other doctors around her were all shocked at her comment.

Dr. Shania glared at them before teasing them, "A single mental health patient isn't scary. The scary thing is if we have to deal with two mental health patients who are a couple."

One of the doctors asked, "Director Jenn, are you calling President Lawson and Miss Fudd a couple who are both suffering from mental disorders?"

Shania raised her brows before shoving her hands into her lab coat pockets and saying, "Oh, have I now?"

The other doctors were all speechless.

…

Boyle poured a glass of warm water, took a few tablets and handed them over to Cherie when they returned to his villa by Lake Street.

Cherie stared at the white pills on his palms and refused to move an inch.

Boyle sat beside her and spoke in a gentle tone, "You won't hurt anymore after you take these meds. Even if we aren't receiving treatment in the hospital, we should still take these pills according to the prescription. That way, they won't be able to snatch you away from my side."

Cherie seemed to be in a daze as she was still refusing to take her meds. She said, "My reflexes will be dull after I take them."

Boyle was a little stunned as he stared intensely at her and said, "Even if your reflexes are dull, I won't mind. As long as you're by my side, nothing else matters."

Cherie slowly raised her head as she sobbed through her dry throat. She said, "I'll act like a moronic fool."

"It's okay, Cherie."

Cherie took the pills from Boyle's palm reluctantly while staring at Boyle with a pleading gaze as she said, "Can I not take my meds? It doesn't hurt anymore so if it doesn't hurt, I won't have to take my meds, right?"

Boyle stared intensely at her as he teared up. He was staring at her in silence for a really long time.

Upon noticing his silence, Cherie reached out and tugged his sleeves as she said, "Can I please don't take my meds? It really doesn't hurt anymore. I promise I'll jog well with you tomorrow and you won't have to carry me around. Can I please don't take them?"

Boyle's throat tightened and he was unable to say anything. However, it seemed she was already tearing up while staring at him.

Boyle immediately hugged her tightly.

Cherie tossed the pills into the trash can.

Boyle kept hugging her and could not bear to release her.

Cherie blinked at him and asked him with a childish tone, "I promise I'll eat well, sleep well and jog well starting from today. That way, I won't have to take my meds anymore, right?"

"Cherie…" Boyle could not bring himself to continue what he wanted to say.

He was unable to speak while staring at her.

"Do I look like a patient to you, Boyle?" Cherie asked.

Boyle stared at her as his tears rolled out of his eyes while he said, "No, you don't."

Cherie asked, "Then, why should I take my meds?"

The man held onto the back of her head as he embraced her tightly.

Boyle's eyes felt cold as he immediately threw the bottle of pills to a corner and muttered in a determined tone, "You don't have to take them anymore."

If by taking her medication made her feel worse than without any, was there really any meaning to do so then?

…

Boyle went ahead to make lunch at noon.

Cherie was watching T.V. while lying on the couch.

Boyle would sneak a couple glances toward the couch while he cooked in the kitchen.

The phone on the counter started to ring.

The caller I.D. showed it was from Dr. Shania.