Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 670 A Mysterious Person

What's more, she had secrets of her own.

Hearing what she said, Ben breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you for your understanding."

"It's nothing." Amber shook her head, "Then you look after grandmother over there. Call me immediately if anything happens, if Jared wakes up, I can tell him directly. I won't leave."

She was going to stay here and accompany him.

After all, there are still more than ten hours until tomorrow.

Jared couldn't sleep until the next day, so what if he did something stupid again after she left?

"Okay, I will. Sorry to trouble you to take care of him." Ben nodded in response.

Amber waved her hand, "It's nothing, I should take care of him. I promised grandmother that I would be with him today."

"Okay, Miss Reed, I'll hang up first." Ben saw that Mrs. Murphy in the ward was carrying something, and was going to help.

Amber suddenly stopped him, "Wait."

Ben said, "Is there anything else?"

"I want you to find him a shrink. His temperament changes greatly every year this day because of psychological problems, so he must receive psychological treatment, otherwise, he will continue to be like this. This is a big problem for him." Amber said with a very serious face.

She didn't tell Ben that the real reason was that he felt that his birth made his mother unable to leave the Farrell family to pursue her happiness, which led to her suicide in the end.

He thought that his existence killed his mother and he was the murderer.

Ben and his grandmother believed that it was because he witnessed the suicide of his mother.

Since Jared had not told anyone for more than ten years about the real reason, she would not speak for him.

In her opinion, it was better for him to speak these things out himself.

Because until the day when he can say it himself, it means that he may have relieved and understood.

"Miss Reed, I know what you mean, and I also know that it is a kind of heart disease. If he didn't solve it, it would not be good, but it's not that I haven't found a shrink for him. Lady Georgia and I have all done that, but he had refused all of them." Ben replied with a wry smile, "He doesn't want to accept psychological counseling."

Amber was not surprised by Ben's answer.

If Jared had received psychological counseling earlier, he may have already let go.

Obviously, he never received psychological counseling.

"It doesn't matter, you go find one. I will make him go obediently." Amber said.

Ben widened his eyes in surprise, "Miss Reed, what will you do to persuade him?"

"Accept or break up." Amber slowly spit out four words.

Ben took a deep breath and said, "This method is indeed very useful. Miss Reed, you really hit the nail on the head."

Mr. Farrell loves Miss Reed so much, begged her to get back together with him, and finally moved her.

So during this period, Mr. Farrell always looked at him with pitiful eyes as if he was telling him he's a single man.

Yes, single.

At first, he thought he had misunderstood him. After seeing that kind of gaze a few times later, he finally made sure that he was not wrong at that time. Mr. Farrell was indeed showing off to him, those eyes are full of mockery, repeatedly telling him that he was still single at the age of 30.

Of course, he was very angry, after all, what's wrong with being single?

He didn't lose a good wife as Mr. Farrell did, and finally win her back, so why did Mr. Farrell look down on him so much.

Although he was filled with all kinds of complaints, on the surface, Ben didn't dare to reveal that and pretended that he didn't understand Mr. Farrell's gaze.

Because of this, he knew very well that Mr. Farrell, who liked to show off that he was no longer single, cared so much about getting back together with Miss Reed. If Ms. Reed wanted to break up, Mr. Farrell would not accept it.

He would definitely go see a shrink.

Thinking of this, Ben couldn't help but smile happily.

It would be better if he could see Mr. Farrell's shocked look to Miss Reed's breakup threat when he refused to see a shrink.

Amber felt somewhat embarrassed by his praise, "In order to persuade him to do that, I need to use the most useful method, otherwise it will be too troublesome."

"That's right." Ben nodded, and then replied seriously, "Okay, I will contact a good shrink and inform you when the time comes, and you can help persuade him to receive treatment." "Okay." Amber agreed.

After that, she said a few other things and hung up the phone.

Originally, she planned to ask Elias to treat him directly.

But then she thought Elias is a surgeon, and he is so busy all day that he may not have time to treat him at all.

In the end, she asked Ben to arrange it.

Hope everything would go well.

Amber put down her phone and stood up. She went to the kitchen to make some soup for Jared when he woke up, which could be sent to the hospital for their grandmother. When she came to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, found some fresh chicken, and planned to make a chicken soup.

She washed clean the chicken and put the unwanted parts in a bowl to throw away.

However, when she opened the kitchen trash can, she saw something was black and smelly, which looked like a pile of waste ingredients. She fell into a deep silence. These things shouldn't be made by professional chefs.

If it is, then this chef can be ashamed to death for ruining so much food.

These were obviously the work of a novice.

Because she was like that before.

It was pretty clear who made this.

After she dumped the unwanted parts into the trash can, she looked at the kitchen door, as if she wanted to see a drunk man in a certain room through the kitchen door.

It must be him!

It's just that why did he do that?

Was he learning to cook?

Thinking of this possibility, Amber raised her eyebrows, and finally, she thought it shouldn't be like that.

It is possible that Jared just wanted to try to cook on impulse, but he was not really learning how to cook.

Then she washed the dishes, picked up the trash bag, and went out.

As soon as she opened the door, she was scared.

Because there was someone outside the door.

That person was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a black, very long down jacket that almost covered his ankles. And with the hood of the down jacket on the head, she could not tell if it was a man or a woman. It would be hard not to be surprised to see that.

Anyway, it didn't seem like a friendly person.

Amber narrowed her eyes, put her hand on the alarm button behind the door, stared at the person outside the door, and asked cautiously, "Hello, can I help you?"