Chapter 104
Chapter 104
Trevor's gaze shifted between Teresa and Henry with mixed emotions. Finally, he let out an almost imperceptible sigh and nodded slightly, accepting this silent apology.
Having done this, Teresa hesitated no more. Without looking at anyone else's expression, she jogged after Henry, who had already turned and was walking out.
The two of them, one after the other, passed through the crowd that automatically parted for them, heading toward the exit of the banquet hall.
Zoey's vicious gaze followed Teresa as she left.
Further away, Simon stood frozen in place. By the time he came to his senses, Teresa's figure had already disappeared from view.
He suddenly shook off Anna's hand with such force that Anna stumbled, looking at him in shock.
But Simon didn't even glance at her. He just stared fixedly at the empty doorway, his fingers gripping the wine glass so tightly they made faint cracking sounds.
The champagne in the glass rippled violently.
Michael, Henry—one man after another appearing.
Yet Simon could only stand here, bound by his so-called status and the bigger picture, watching helplessly, not even qualified to step forward and say a word!
When Anna was pushed away, she was stunned at first, then seeing the turbulent emotions in Simon's eyes, she felt both fear and hatred.
Fear at Simon's state, hatred that even at this point, Teresa could still affect his emotions so deeply.
Anna closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, suppressing all the jealousy and resentment in her heart. She steadied herself and put on a concerned expression again, coaxing him gently.
"Simon, don't be like this—"
"Shut up!"
Simon's voice was terrifyingly hoarse.
He stayed no longer, turning and striding away in the opposite direction from where Teresa had left.
Anna watched his departing back, then looked at Michael's grave expression in the distance, and thought about Teresa being taken away by Henry.
The bit of satisfaction she'd felt from stopping Simon from going forward was gradually replaced by deeper spite and panic.
She gritted her teeth, thinking bitterly.
Teresa sure was lucky.
Michael protected her, and even Henry, that arrogant man, treated her differently.
Anna stepped forward and picked up a glass of wine from the table, downing it in one gulp.
Her eyes regained their calm. Suddenly remembering something, she turned to look toward the entrance and smiled meaningfully.
But it didn't matter. The real show was still to come.
In a few days, let's see how Teresa could keep up this act of being noble and strong!
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In the car heading to the airport, the atmosphere was somewhat strange.
It was a black sedan with a spacious interior, decorated in a low-key yet luxurious style. A soundproof partition had been raised between the front and back seats, creating a completely private space.
After getting in the car, Henry leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, seemingly taking a nap.
Teresa sat on the other side, her body slightly tense.
A faint scent of cedar mixed with a hint of disinfectant filled the car—it smelled like a hospital.
She watched the night scenery flying backward outside the window, her fingers unconsciously twisting together, her palms covered in cold sweat.
She only had fifteen minutes. She had to seize this chance.
"Dr. Reed."
Teresa took a deep breath and broke the silence first, her voice particularly clear in the quiet car.
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I want to ask you to help my daughter. Her name is Daisy, she's five years old."
She hesitated no more and roughly described Daisy's situation.
From the initial excessive liking and dependence on Anna, to later discovering Daisy had frequent nightmares and was mentally disturbed, to Daisy's emotional instability and even starting to reject her as a mother.
She tried to state things objectively, but when she mentioned Daisy crying out in her dreams, her voice couldn't help but choke up.
Throughout her account, Henry kept his eyes closed with no reaction, as if he'd really fallen asleep.
Teresa's heart sank bit by bit, her hand unconsciously clutching the corner of her clothes.
Did he not want to listen at all, or did he think she was exaggerating?
Just when she'd almost given up hope, Henry slowly opened his eyes.
He didn't look at her, his gaze falling straight ahead, his eyes behind the lenses deep and showing no emotion.
After several seconds, he finally spoke.
"The person your daughter has been in contact with is very professional. This isn't simple coaxing or emotional manipulation, but combines high-frequency stimulation with certain psychiatric drugs. This isn't just approaching and coaxing—it's a form of conditioning."
Hearing this, Teresa's heart sank sharply.
Her eyes widened, her whole body turning cold.
Henry's words confirmed her worst guess—it was even more terrifying than she'd imagined.
Conditioning?
"And the other party's purpose probably isn't just to harm your daughter. More likely, they want to completely break you down by controlling your daughter, or achieve some other deeper purpose."
Teresa's face instantly turned ugly.
She certainly knew Anna's purpose—Anna wanted to get revenge on her by hurting Daisy.
But she couldn't say this.
"Dr. Reed—"
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to start.
"You don't need to tell me the details, and I don't want to know."
Henry seemed to see through her hesitation and turned his gaze back to the window, his tone returning to its usual flatness.
"I can make an exception and prioritize seeing your daughter after I return home, but the treatment will take a long time. The process will require absolute cooperation from you and your family, with no concealment or resistance."
"Also, the cost will be very high—not a level that a Watson Group director's salary can easily afford."
Hearing Henry agree, Teresa's eyes immediately lit up.
No matter how much money it was, she'd find a way. As for cooperation, she would definitely do her best.
"Thank you, thank you, Dr. Reed. Money isn't a problem. I'll definitely cooperate fully, as long as you can help Daisy."
Teresa was so excited she became incoherent, her eyes even getting moist.
Henry seemed used to such scenes and was unmoved by her tears. He simply took out a notepad and a pen from his suit pocket, quickly wrote down a string of numbers and an email address, tore off the page, and handed it to Teresa.
"This is my private contact information. Before I return home, don't contact me unless your daughter shows self-harm or serious aggressive tendencies or other emergency situations."
He then took a thin folder from his briefcase and handed it to Teresa.
"This contains a preliminary intervention guide. Starting now, you must strictly follow the requirements inside, not missing a single step."
"Especially, you must completely cut off all contact between your daughter and that dangerous person, including objects, images, even similar scents and sounds. Create a stable and secure family environment for her."
Teresa received the note and folder like a precious treasure, her hands trembling slightly as she held them tightly to her chest.
"I understand. Thank you, Dr. Reed."