My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 241

In fact, she knew then that he did not love her. After all, they had never seen each other again except for the one time she took a candid photo of him. More accurately, he never saw her anymore, but she secretly saw him a few times.

She thought she could impress him after the marriage and make him like her. However, she was very wrong. Not only did she not impress him, but she also succeeded in making him hate her even more.

Gradually, she also got tired and realized that he was not the gentle young man she loved long ago.

As for why she did not divorce him and stayed with the Flint family to waste six years of her life, perhaps it was caused by her reluctance and obsession.

After all, she fell in love with Julien in high school, and it had not been easy to marry him. How would she be willing to let him go just like that? She wanted to try. Maybe one day, he would change to the gentle Julien Flint she was familiar with.

However, it was not until three months ago when Lyra woke up and Julien chased her away that she understood he would not change back to the old Julien. The current Julien belonged to Lyra and was not the Julien she loved. Hence, she made up her mind to divorce him.

"President Raines!" Sophie knocked on the door and

came in.

Sydney hastily closed the photo album, turned off her phone, got her mind right, and asked with a smile," What's wrong?"

"President Dayton has called everyone for a meeting," Sophie said as she stood across from Sydney's desk.

Sydney nodded. "Alright. I'll go right away."

At the same time, in Flint Corporation, Zach brought the psychologist into Julien's office.

"President Flint, this is Dr. Sullivan. He's one of the most famous psychologists in Mediana. He also often helps the police solve many criminal cases." Zach introduced the psychiatrist to Julien.

Julien nodded. "Okay. You can go out first."

"Yes." Zach nodded.

After he left, Julien looked at Dr. Sullivan. "Have a seat."

"Thank you, President Flint." Dr. Sullivan pulled out the chair and sat down, smiling at Julien. "Is there something bothering you, President Flint? I will try my best to guide you."

Julien's thin lips pursed, and he did not speak immediately, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

Dr. Sullivan did not rush him either. Seeing the tea poured in front of him, he picked it up and gently sipped it.

The refreshing smell of tea made his eyes narrow in satisfaction. He could not help but remember the taste of this tea.

Sure enough, it was nice to be rich. They could have such good tea any time they wanted.

As if he had found what to say, Julien opened his mouth and called out, "Dr. Sullivan."

Dr. Sullivan immediately returned to his senses and put down the tea cup. "Please speak, Mr. Flint."

"I suspect that I've been hypnotized." Julien clenched his fists tightly and said in an icy voice.

That was the conclusion he had come to in the past two days.

He was hypnotized without his knowledge, but the effect of the hypnosis decreased slightly because of the recent car accident. That was how he recovered some of his true consciousness.

Dr. Sullivan adjusted his glasses. "Are you sure? People who have been hypnotized usually aren't aware of it."

Julien rubbed his temples. "I wasn't aware of it before either. It was only after the car accident that I realized something is wrong with me and that something is mainly for one person, my fiancee. I found out that whenever my fiancee shows up in front of me, she would lead my thoughts, emotions, and my feelings, by the nose.

Dr. Sullivan stood up. "Of course. President Flint, please close your eyes while I check for you."

"Alright." Julien nodded and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, it was one hour later.

He had slept for an hour.

What surprised him was that he did not even know when he fell asleep.

"How was it, Dr. Sullivan?" Julien's heart could not help but sink when he looked at the doctor, who was frowning in the opposite chair.

Dr. Sullivan shook his head with a gloomy expression. "My apologies, President Flint. I examined you twice, but the result both times was that you hadn't been hypnotized. You're very normal, and there's nothing unusual about your mind."

Julien's eyes widened in shock. "How could that be? What I told you earlier was all true. If I haven’t been hypnotized, how can my situation be explained?"

Dr. Sullivan sighed. "I'm also puzzled about that. I've never encountered your situation before, President Flint. I suspect that either the person who hypnotized you is far superior to me in spirituality and psychology, so I can't diagnose it, or as I said, you haven’t been hypnotized in the first place. Personally, I believe the latter is more likely."

He was quite a world-renown psychology professor, and few had higher achievements than him. Unless it was the work of those few people, even if he could not undo the hypnosis, he would have been able to see

traces of it.

Therefore, the possibility that Julien had not been hypnotized was very large.

At that thought, Dr. Sullivan suggested, "How about this? You can get more psychologists and ask them to analyze you as well. Let's see if their results are the same as mine."