A Life Debt Repaid novel Chapter 629

Richard continued, "Mommy, I think daddy might be—"

Cordy cut him short right then. "Dicky, I know you miss him. But the dead never return, and I'll always be here to take care of you.

She did not want him to hold onto false hopes because it was simply impossible.

And that applied to herself as well.

Richard bit his lip and tried to explain, but sensing that his mommy would not believe him, he decided to investigate the matter on his own.

When the truth was out, she would know that he did not make a mistake.

"I'll be going out for the afternoon. Be a good boy and stay home, okay?"

"Okay."

With that, Cordy left to look for Jim, her psychiatrist.

She was intent on telling him about the situation, so that he would break it down for her and maybe help her with her insomnia.

Jim smiled after hearing her story. "Cordy, I think you might have fallen for this gentleman!"

"Impossible!" Cordy snapped bluntly. "I'll never fall for him—I just found a sense of security because he smells like John. There's absolutely no sentiment between us, and I'd absolutely never fall for anyone other than John!"

Jim shrugged. "Absolutes are never actually certain."

"No. I'm absolutely 100% sure about this," Cordy insisted.

"Alright." Jim did not press the issue, and broke it down for her solemnly then. "Even if what you said was really the truth, we've found the cure to your insomnia anyway."

"What is it?" Cordy asked.

"Sleeping with that gentleman."

Cordy was speechless. "I wouldn't have to consult you if I could do that every day."

"I tried before."

In fact, she had thought about it when Patrick Stuart wooed her relentlessly, but the very thought left her heart hurting so much she could not breathe. And compared to her insomnia, she was even less inclined to take the indescribable heartbreak that would result from it—it brought her such despair against the world she considered ending it all for a split second.

But she still had Richard, so she must not love again.

Absolutely not.

"Is that really impossible?" Jim asked then.

Being a psychiatrist, he could read a person's mind with just a look in the eye, let alone facial expressions.

"Really."

"Then…" Jim mused quietly for a while, before asking, "Were you able to sleep peacefully because that gentleman smelled like John Levine?"