His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1514: Going to See His Psychologist _1

Chapter 1514: Chapter 1514: Going to See His Psychologist _1

Chapter 1514

He quickly chased after her.

Just reaching the doorway, he was met with a gust of wind hitting his face. Upon opening his eyes, Chloe Collins was already nowhere to be seen in the long corridor before him.

He quickly dialed Alexander Foster.

"Mr. Foster, the boss lady has left, not sure if she’s going to find you!"

"She’s in my car," came Alexander Foster’s calm voice.

Heijii: "?"

This fast?!

What’s the point of his protection then? It should be Chloe protecting him!

...

Even the fastest car is blocked by traffic congestion.

Mr. Foster’s car is stuck in the middle, with no viable exit route from the surrounding area. They could only wait.

Chloe Collins tucked his hand, giving it a squeeze: "Have you calmed down yet?"

That’s right, she was waiting for him to calm down.

Once enraged, a person tends to lose their sanity.

This time of being stuck in traffic, was ideal for him to take a moment to calm down.

The man reciprocated the hold on her hand, curve of his lips twitching, his demeanor tender towards her.

But she saw the look of anger lurking in the depths of his eyes.

"First, let’s get the facts straight. There’s no need to rush."

"Hmm," he replied.

The two stood in silence.

After a while, she asked, "You’re still mad, aren’t you?"

"Hmm."

Chloe was at a loss for words. At least he was honest.

"I was thinking, we don’t have sufficient evidence right now, it is not the time to confront him yet."

"I won’t confront him," the man reassured her with a gentle curve of his lips, "Rest assured, I have the situation under control."

"Who are you planning to meet then?"

"His psychiatrist."

A load fell from Chloe’s mind.

She indeed wanted to have a word with Milton White, but the time was not right yet.

During their sushi lunch that day, the message Milton White had left her warned her not to confront him.

No doubt he knew of his unstable condition. Perhaps, she’d only end up confronting another person living inside Milton, not Milton himself.

Her current fear was that this other person had committed many deeds in the name of Milton White, and the one who would end up shouldering the blame would be Milton himself.

If she and Alexander Foster were to confront him now, they might fall into their trap.

An hour later, their car came to a stop in front of a private villa in the outskirts.

Alexander Foster told her that the psychiatrist’s name was Barry Stark. For the past few years, Milton White occasionally came here to stay for a day or two.

"Have you spoken to him?"

"Yes, but I was rejected."

Chloe looked at him, "What makes this time any different? How are we sure he will meet us now?"

Alexander Foster pressed the doorbell and glanced at her. To the inquiry from within, he answered, "Alexander Foster."

The person inside fell had a moment of silence and then said, "Please come in."

The automatic door opened.

Leading her inside, Alexander Foster explained as they walked, "Do you remember the Carsons?"

Chloe took a second to recall. It was a young couple who had sought her medical expertise for an eye ailment from Corynthia a few years back.

"What’s their connection with this psychiatrist?"

Alexander Foster said, "They are friends. The Carsons only found out about you because of Barry Stark. In other words, even though you don’t know him, he knows you well."

Chloe nodded her understanding.

Just as they entered, they saw a young man approaching. His face was handsome, and he had a tranquil elegance about him.

"Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster, welcome to my humble abode," he greeted them with a slight smile.

Alexander Foster was direct: "We have something to consult with Dr. Stark today, Mr. Carson should have mentioned it to you."

Dr. Barry Stark nodded: "Right this way."

Once in the inner chambers, he served them tea and pastries. Only then did he sit down with them.

"As a doctor, I won’t disclose the specifics of my patients. This is my principle, and I hope both of you understand. However, I can tell you that Mr. White has been working very hard to overcome his difficulties over the years. He’s always struggled but the frequency of his visits to me has decreased."

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(Good night.)