Love on the Fast Track - Chapter 871

Chapter 871:

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As the Wilsons dispersed from the clandestine gathering and returned to their rooms with cheerful expressions, a foreboding feeling clawed at Hadley’s thoughts.

“Joanna, Susanna… she cut herself again. Want to come with me to the hospital?”

Bryson slammed the phone down and thundered on Joanna’s door.

“They say it’s serious. Susanna is your friend! Doesn’t that bother you?”

His insistent knocking continued for five minutes. Just as he turned to leave, the door creaked open.

Joanna, clad in a baggy sweater, looked like a wisp of a girl. Dark circles marred her pale face.

Feeling sorry for her, Bryson said, “Okay, Joanna. Get some rest.”

Bryson’s heart ached. As her brother, he felt helpless against the ever-present shadow of the Carters that haunted Joanna’s life.

“Susanna is my friend. I must visit her. And I promised Norah I’d look after Susanna.”

Fear and vulnerability flashed across her face, silencing Bryson’s protests.

If she was determined, he wouldn’t let her face it alone. Susanna’s room overflowed with worried friends and family members.

Outside, the Scotts sat grim-faced.

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Jaxson leaned over to Phillip. “I thought Susanna had recovered?” He knew that mentally fragile people could magnify minor issues into insurmountable problems.

Since his return, he’d learned about the chaos Nancy, the adopted daughter, had unleashed on the Scotts. It wasn’t his place to interfere, but this? This was a whole new level of worry.

Who could have known that something like this would recur?

Phillip, his gaze glued to the operating room doors, mumbled, “I-I don’t know. The psychologist said Susanna’s psychological defenses were fully established and that this wouldn’t happen again.”

Sean, his eyes filled with worry, said, “That psychologist is the best in the world. If he can’t help…” His voice trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

Sean, brilliant in many ways, lacked expertise in psychology. Sacredice might have had capable psychologists, but none could compare to the world-renowned psychologist he had hired.

Joanna and Bryson arrived together, and a flicker of emotion crossed Sean’s face when he saw them.

He had planned to travel to Silverdale in two days, to find Norah and bring her back to Glophia. Their standoff had stretched on for some time. Would Norah even speak to him?

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