The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 236

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 236: The Psychologist’s Visit

Christopher NOV

Angela had locked me out again. She was starving herself to death, and medicine hand failed. I was out of time

I turned to David, who waited silently in the hallway.

“Davil, go find a psychologist, 1 ondered, the words bitter on my tongue. “Immediately.”

David’s expression shifted from surprise to something resembling hope. A psychologist, sir? You want to arrange therapy for Mrs.

Wilson?”

“Isn’t that what I just said? 1 snapped, irritated by his sudden enthusiasm.

“Ill make the arrangements inmediately,” he said, turning to leave.

-a distinguished man in his fifties with silver–streaked hair and observant eyes. I led him

Hours later, the psychologist. arrived–a directly to Angela’s suite.

The room was dim despite the afternoon sunshine outside. Angela sat on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, looking frail and vacant. She barely acknowledged our entrance.

Dr. Mercer, this is Angela Wilson,” I said, watching the doctor’s face for his reaction to her deteriorated state.

The psychologist approached slowly, taking the chair opposite Angel. “Mrs. Wilson, I’m Dr. Mercer. I’m here to help, if you’ll allow

Angela’s eyes flicked toward him, then away, saying nothing

Dr. Mercer turned to me. “Mr. Blake, I believe it would be beneficial I could speak with Mrs. Wilson privately.”

I stiffened. “Privately?”

“Yes. Patients often find it easier to express themselves freely without others present”

My jaw clenched. “How long would this private session take?”

“That depends entirely on Mrs. Wilson and how much she’s willing to share, Dr. Mercer replied calmly. “But I assure you, it’s standard practice.

“Fine, I conceded reluctantly. “Tll be just outside if she needs anything.”

David and I waited in the corridor, minutes stretching like hours. After harely ten minutes, the door opened and Dr. Mercer emerged, his expression neutral.

“That was quick, I observed sharply.

“The patient refuses to communicate with me,” he stated simply.

Anger flared within mo. “Ten minutes and you’re giving up? Is this what I’m paying your exorbitant fee for?”

“Ill try again,” be assured me. “But perhaps you could help me connect with her. What are Mrs. Wilson’s interests? What b Toy?”

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Chapter 236: The Psychologist’s Visit

The question caught me off gard. After five years of observing Angela’s life, I should have had a ready answer, Instead, I found myself silent, searching my memory for genuine moments of happiness Id witnessed in her.

“I’m not sure.” I finally admitted.

Dr. Mercer’s surprise was evident. “You don’t know what interests your fiancée?”

His incredulity irritated me further. ‘Is this relevant to your diagnos

“May I ask about the nature of your relationship with Mrs. Wilson? inquired.

Is that medically necessary information? I countered defensively.

“Understanding the dynamics of her closest relationships is essential to assessing her psychological state, he explained.

I offered no response, my silence answer enough.

Dr. Mercer nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll see if I can establish some rapport. Perhaps twenty minutes this time.”

The second session lasted longer. I paced the hallway, anxiety mounting with each passing minute. When Dr. Merter finally emerged, his expression was grave.

“Her psychological barriers are quite strong,” he reported. “She refuses to confide in me.”

“Did she say anything at all?” I demanded.

“Barely anything. But she reacted when I mentioned leaving this place. Her eyes widened, her breathing changed–she clearly cares

about that topic.”

My stomach tightened. “And your conclusion?”

“The source of her distress appears tied to her current circumstances he said carefully, “Perhaps an honest conversation between you two might yield better results. After all, sometimes the person who tied the knot must be the one to untie it.”

He extended his business card, “I can return tomorrow if needed. But in the meantime, I suggest you reflect on what might truly help her recover.”

Something in his steady gaze unsettled me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Mr. Blake,

have

YOU

considered seeking psychological support yourself?” he asked calmly.

My expression darkened immediately. “Excuse me?”

“It’s merely a professional observation–and a sincere recommendation,” he added, before taking his leave.

After the doctor’s departure, I returned to Angela’s room. She lay cured on her side, eyes closed though I knew she wasn’t sleeping Her fragility both angered and devastated me. How could she chouse this suffering over accepting the life I offered?

I watched her for several long moments before retreating to the hallway where David waited,

“David,” I said firmly, “I need you to locate Aria and Ethan.”

His expression registered surprise, then concern. “Sir?”