Chapter 773: Chapter 773: Trendous Damage
“Impossible, you’re talking nonsense. My daughter has always been the most optimistic. How could she possibly have depression?”
The psychologist tapped their notebook with a pen and sighed, “Miss Richardson has likely experienced insomnia and excessive dreaming, reduced appetite, chest tightness and shortness of breath, anxiety, excessive ntal stress, feelings of helplessness and self-bla for a long ti. She seed evasive and numb when I asked so questions, so I wanted to ask if you two have had any major events recently?”
Isla Sue was already sobbing uncontrollably, while Miac Richardson furrowed his brows and explained everything that had happened recently to the psychologist.
After listening, the psychologist furrowed their brows tightly, “That’s it. She’s under a lot of pressure, being coerced and falsely accused. Not to ntion the behavior of both yourself and Mr. Knox has been extre, causing her significant psychological impact, and now the video online must be affecting her greatly.”
Isla thought about the events of recent tis: nearly getting hit by a car, scared into fever and hospitalization, witnessing Wyatt fight desperately for her at the Knox family, being forced by Alexander Knox to agree to marry, then returning ho to be wrongly accused by Miac Richardson, burning a pile of clothes, later being forcibly imprisoned by Alexander, and now the video scandal. The whole internet is cursing her—who wouldn’t be overwheld by this?
Isla sobbed uncontrollably; they were all the culprits for Aria’s condition.
After a long silence, Miac spoke in a heavy voice, “So how do we treat her now?”
“I’ll prescribe so dication to treat depression later, dication combined with psychological counseling yields quick results. Also, try to prevent Miss Richardson from going online, encourage her to go out more and relax, and you should spend more ti with her, guide her through this.”
Miac nodded, “Alright, we understand, thank you, doctor.”
After the psychologist left, the living room was filled only with the sounds of sighing and sobbing.
In the evening, Hope Williams returned to the Emperor Capital and imdiately went to the Richardson Family to see Aria.
The couple sat in the living room with worried expressions. Hope looked at the oppressive atmosphere and pressed her lips together, walked forward, “Aunt Sue.”
Isla raised her head while wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, “Little Hope, you ca to see Aria?”
Hope nodded, “Where’s Aria? Is she okay now?”
Isla didn’t know how to respond to Hope, so she could only say, “You are closest to her, why don’t you go up and check on her, and could you do Aunt a favor? She hasn’t had dinner yet, could you help persuade her to eat?”
Hope looked at Isla’s face, feeling a tug in her heart, “Alright.”
Hope walked briskly toward Aria’s room.
Hope knocked on the door, and after a long ti, a voice ca from inside, “Co in.”
Hope pushed the door open and entered. The room was unlit, with doors and windows tightly shut. Hope gently turned on the light. Aria was sitting on the floor in pajamas, her small face devoid of any color, hugging herself tightly, and faintly trembling.
Completely shattered, a picture of despondency.
As the door opened, she lifted her head, and the once bright eyes seed completely lifeless, dim and hollow.
Hope tightened her grip on the door, turned around, and took the al from the servant behind her, striding toward Aria. A phone was lying on the floor, still lit with the comnt page below a video.
Hope put the al aside, crouched down to pick up the phone, glanced at it, and furrowed her brows tightly.
In a day’s ferntation, the comnts below beca more and more offensive, with many making vulgar jokes, word for word, unbearable.
Even to Hope, these words were extrely uncomfortable, much less to Aria.
Hope turned off the phone and set it aside, crouched beside Aria, reaching out to hug her tightly.
“Don’t look at these things. They don’t know anything, just spout nonsense online and hurt people with their words.
Aria, we’ll resolve this, and those who hurt you, we’ll make sure each of them faces consequences.”
Listening to Hope’s words, Aria’s eyelashes trembled, and a bitter smile crossed her pale lips.
At this mont, she didn’t know what to say, only words of gratitude remained.
“You can’t go without eating; let’s eat first, okay? Otherwise, you’re just playing into Lily Armstrong’s hands, right?”
Aria tightly grasped the chopsticks Hope handed her, lifting her reddened eyes to look at Hope.
“Thank you, Hope… I’ve troubled you again…” Aria’s hoarse voice carried tears, as fragile tears fell continuously.
“It’s unnecessary between us. Didn’t you also stand in front of without hesitation when I was bullied before?”
Aria let out a bitter smile, lowered her eyes, with tears still ceaselessly falling.
Looking at Aria, Hope felt a sourness in her heart, gently patting her shoulder, “Perhaps after eating, get a good sleep, maybe this matter will resolve by tomorrow.”
Listening to Hope’s words, Aria’s bitterness deepened.
Resolve?
How can it be resolved?
Even if it’s resolved, so what?
Can her reputation be restored, or can it stop those people online from judging her figure indiscreetly, making vulgar jokes freely?
Everyone has seen that video, the one where she’s dressed in sheer fabric, exposing herself.
She’s ruined; everything is ruined.
No redy is possible.
She felt only despair; endless despair drowned her.
Aria stared blankly out the window, her eyes filled with weakness and fear she carefully hid.
Looking at Aria’s despondent and helpless appearance, Hope now thought the only thing she could do was prove her innocence.
Isla and Miac were pacing back and forth at Aria’s door. It seed like forever before they finally saw Hope co out with the dishes.
Isla took one look at the barely eaten food, and her eyes dimd again, but still asked, “Little Hope, how is she?”
“She ate so, wouldn’t eat more. Maybe she’s in a bad mood, so she has no appetite, but she’s sleeping now.”
Isla took the bowl and chopsticks from Hope, murmuring in a low voice, “It’s good that she’s sleeping, sleeping is good.”
“Thank you, Little Hope, for specially coming to see Aria today, and if it weren’t for you arranging for bodyguards to pick and drop her, the consequences would have been unimaginable.”
When Isla looked at Hope, her sad eyes showed a bit of gratitude.
Today’s incident really terrified her, if not for Hope assigning people to protect Aria, it wouldn’t have been as simple as being splashed with pig’s blood.
Hope patted Isla’s shoulder, “It’s alright, Aunt. You should keep an eye on Aria’s condition these days; she seems a bit ntally down, and this incident hurt her deeply.”
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