Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason) novel Chapter 659

Chapter 659 Psychological Treatment

Daniel, however, rarely became serious. "Aisy, I did all this for you."

Ainsley quickly tore the contract into pieces and threw the shreds at Daniel to vent her anger. The other therapist was stunned.

Daniel slapped the shreds off him nonchalantly and smiled. "Just tear it up. I still have a lot of copies like this."

‘Despicable! Disgusting!’ Ainsley was trembling with anger.

Daniel, however, just sat relaxed in his chair and looked at her with a smile.

His attitude calmed Ainsley down. She sat down again and glanced coldly at the other therapist.

‘What's wrong? Are you afraid that I'll hypnotize you again?" Ainsley thought of the psychological intervention she had done for Daniel last time, and her eyes flashed with mockery. "You want me to give you psychotherapy, but you're afraid that I'll kill you. You're really a schizo."

Daniel shrugged. ‘After all, I've learned about your psychological intervention. I cant be careless anymore."

The door to the study swung open, and Georgia, whose face was bruised and swollen, walked in. She was holding a tray with several cups of coffee on it shakily.

When she handed one of the cups to Ainsley, the latter noticed that one of her fingers was wrapped in gauze. Her eyes were swollen, and the corners of her mouth were bruised.

Ainsley looked at her, but she didn't dare to look at her. She just kept her head down.

The therapist, who was invited over, looked at Ainsley and Georgia with some curiosity. They looked exactly the same. One was glaring at Daniel in a condescending manner, while the other was serving coffee with injuries all over her body. It was strange.

Instead of going out, Georgia stood behind Daniel, waiting for his instructions.

Ainsley still remembered the first time she saw her, also at Seaside Villa. However, the last time, she was full of pride and confidence, and her whole body shone with a different light.

Of course, the most amazing part was the last charity auction. That was the last time she saw Georgia. She looked exactly like her, in both temperament and eyes.

But now they were all gone, and only a faint intention of death remained. The eyes, in particular, had no light in them.

She felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at Georgia. It had only been a short while, and she had become like this.

What would have happened if Daniel had treated her the same way back then?

She clenched her fists inadvertently. No matter what, it was Georgia who had switched with her that she suffered like this. She must help her.

Daniel noticed Ainsley's mood ups and downs, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly. "Do you know Ms. Easton?"

Trembling, Georgia replied, "Y-Yes."

Daniel sneered and said, "Ms. Easton owes you a thank you. It's all thanks to you that she managed to escape this place. Otherwise, she would be the one serving drinks here today."

However, Georgia did not dare to say anything and only stared at her toes.

Daniel's expression changed. He raised his head and gave her a loud slap.

‘Won't you reply?"

Georgia tilted her head from the force of the slap and took a few steps back. "I'm sorry."

’Kneel down!" Daniel said coldly.