First Loves Return Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298 

The key was that Mariela wasn’t even there. 

Mario patted Jaime’s shoulder and said, “Jay, don’t scare me.” 

Jaime turned a deaf ear and continued chatting with “Mariela” happily. 

During mealtime, he asked for an extra set of utensils and said Mariela would have dinner with him. 

Mario strongly urged Jaime to go see a psychologist. 

Jaime firmly refused. He did not think there was anything wrong with his mind. 

In the end, Mario and Efrain forcefully took Jaime to the hospital. 

The psychologist was a woman in her thirties named Miah Figueroa. She had neatly cut short hair and appeared intellectual and elegant. 

One afternoon on a workday, Miah arrived at the hospital on time after her lunch break. 

She had just sat down in the office when Jaime was brought in. 

As a seasoned psychologist in New York, Miah had encountered a variety of patients over the years, but patients like Jaime were rare. 

Jaime was young, handsome, and wealthy. Usually, wealthy men wouldn’t be troubled by love, because it was easy for them to obtain love. 

A Bentley would make love an easy game for a man. 

For people like Jaime, love often seemed insignificant, as they generally focused more on fame, status, power, and wealth. 

Jaime showed extreme resistance toward receiving treatment. 

“What are you doing? I’m not sick! Let go of me. I want to go back!” Jaime shouted. 

Miah had a headache. 

She realized the seriousness of the problem. 

Jaime was seriously ill. 

Miah quickly got into the zone and professionally communicated with Jaime. 

Jaime gradually calmed down and began to follow the lead of the psychologist. 

Miah told Jaime his current mental state was very dangerous. 

Given his current state, it was highly likely that he would engage in radical behavior. 

Jaime chuckled bitterly, “To be honest, it happened once.” 

Miah frowned. 

Jaime murmured, “A few days ago, I attempted suicide, but unfortunately, I failed.” 

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With that, Jaime rolled up his sleeve and showed the psychologist the gruesome scar on his left wrist.“This scar is proof of 

my 

love for her.”