Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 663 Mentally Scarred

"No..." Jared shook his head.

He was clear that he had a mental problem.

But Jared didn't think that the psychiatrist could help him with the headache.

Hearing this, Amber frowned unhappily. "Why not? You haven't tried it. What if it does work?"

Jared closed his eyes. "My mother regretted giving birth to me..."

"What?" Amber was stunned for a moment and then looked at him in confusion. "Do you mean your mother regrets giving birth to you?"

Jared was silent.

Amber shook her head. "That is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! You're wrong. Grandma has told me that you had a good relationship with your mother and that your mother was very gentle." Thus, Jared's mother couldn't regret giving birth to Jared.

Nonetheless, according to Jared's serious look, he might not be lying.

Then what the hell had happened?

Jared closed his eyes and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Amber felt even more worried.

She lowered her head and approached him. "Jared, can you tell me more about it? I'd like to be your audience, so you can tell me anything. If you always keep it to yourself, you will remain stuck with it. Both Grandma and I care about you. We all want you to disentangle yourself from it and recover. If you don't say anything and refuse to recover, we will be more worried about you. Do you really want us to worry about you on this day every year? Don't forget, Grandma is very old now."

Amber didn't tell Jared that Georgia passed out.

Jared was mentally unstable, so Amber didn't want to make it worse.

Amber decided to tell Jared when he got better.

After Jared heard Amber's words, his thin lips moved. He admitted that he would indeed worry those who cared about him.

Georgia was really old.

Worse still, Georgia got weaker day by day.

The doctor said Georgia might die in these few years.

"The night my mother committed suicide..." Jared opened his eyes and said.

Amber stared at him, "Then what?"

"That night, she drank a lot. I didn't know why she drank so much, but I stayed with her all the time. Later, she got very drunk and talked a lot with me..."

Jared looked at the ceiling with blankly. "She was sad that Connor Stockert was getting married. Besides, she told me that she would have left with Conner if she hadn't been pregnant with me. Because of the pregnancy, she chose to stay."

Amber's expression changed slightly. "That is why you think your mother regretted giving birth to you, right?"

Jared's eyelashes trembled. "Back then, I didn't know who Connor Stockert was, but I knew my mother didn't love my father and didn't want to marry him. However, she was willing to stay for the sake of me, of which I was even proud. The next morning, she committed suicide. After that, I started a nightmare that lasted for more than ten years. In the nightmare, my mother kept committing suicide or strangled me with blood all over my neck, asking me why I was such a burden to her and why I came into her belly."

Amber bit her lower lip and said quickly, "This is just a dream. It's not true."

"I know it's not true, but what my mother said is true." Jared looked at Amber with dim eyes. "These nightmares remind me that my arrival made my mother unable to pursue her happiness. My existence stumbled her from leaving the Farrell family. It was I who killed her."

Hearing this, Amber was shocked and instantly realized that they made a mistake. Jared was mentally scarred not because he had witnessed his mother's suicide; rather, it was because he thought he was the main culprit of his mother's suicide.

"You're wrong!" Amber immediately shook her head. "Jared, you are not responsible for your mother's death at all. What you saw was all in your nightmares. Your mother never meant that. You are her son. She never regretted giving birth to you or thought you were a burden."

Anyway, no woman regretted giving birth to her child.

After all, the child was innocent. As a rational woman, a mother never vented her anger on her child.

After Jared heard Amber's words, his eyes lit up, but they quickly darkened again.

Jared shook his head. "You're not my mother. You don't know what she was thinking."

"No, I know." Amber clenched Jared's hands and nodded affirmatively. "Jared, I'm sure what I said is true. Grandma told me a lot about the relationship between you and your mother. Your mother was very gentle and nice to you. Even if she didn't love your father, she took up her responsibility as a mother. From where I stand, she said that out of anger. If she regretted, she would have directly told you that she regretted giving birth to you."

Jared's eyes widened.

Amber added, "If she regretted giving birth to you and thought that you were the obstacle preventing her from pursuing her love, she wouldn't have been so kind to you or taken care of you. Thus, Jared, you have thought too much about it. What you saw and heard in your nightmares is all your imagination. Jared, just try to forget those words and get rid of the nightmare!" Jared said bitterly, "It's been more than ten years. And it has been engraved in my mind"

"I know, but you must disentangle yourself from it and start a new life, right?" Thinking of something, Amber got up and walked to pick up a bag from the ground. Then, under Jared's gaze, Amber reached into the bag and took out something.

It was a black scarf.

Jared remembered he had asked Amber to knit a scarf for him, so he opened his eyes wide. "This is..."

"This is the scarf I knit for you. I stayed up all night to finish it." Amber spread the scarf and hung it around Jared's neck. "You look so nice!"

Amber had planned to give him this scarf on his birthday.

However, knowing that Jared was not himself today, Amber brought the scarf over.

Amber thought the scarf might be helpful to calm Jared down.

Jared rubbed the scarf around his neck. It was soft and smelt as fragrant as Amber.

Jared couldn't help clenching the scarf and buried his head in it.

Seeing this, Amber added, "I intended to give it to you on your birthday as a gift. Now that I bring it to you today, I'll give you something else when it's your birthday."

"I like it very much." Jared stroked the scarf and looked at it with satisfaction.

Amber poured a glass of boiled water. "Do you want some water?"

Jared shook his head. "No."

"No, you must drink. You almost lose your voice!" Amber frowned.

If it weren't for the alcohol in Jared's stomach, Amber would have made a cup of honey water to help his throat recover sooner.