Chapter 6
Norton Dan’s cheeks flushed with redness, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails almost dug into my flesh,
“We’ve known each other for so many years, and you know exactly what kind of person 1, Helen Timothy, em, I never waste time on things or people that aren’t worth it. If you want to see me fall apart for you, sorry, I can’t do that.”
“Norton, loving someone isn’t about going mad. Tell me honestly, haven’t I treated you well these past four years? I’ve taken care of you daily life and supported your career. When you wanted to open a gaming company, I used my connections and resources to help you get trisht
staunch anti–marriage person, agreed to marry you. Doesn’t that count for something?”
“You blame me for not agreeing to your dog adoption idea, but you forgot I’m seriously allergic to dog fur.”
Six months into our relationship, a passerby with a dog accidentally bumped into me. I nearly suffocated from the fur and had trouble treating, Norton had sat by my hospital bed, tears streaming down his face.
“Helen, from now on, I will protect you and make sure no dog gets close to you”
He had forgotten all of this.
Norton stood there, stunned, for a long time, and when he finally snapped back to reality, his eyes were filled with self recrimination. He raised his hand and slapped himself several times.
The six–foot–plus man suddenly hunched over.
His tone softened, and he pitifully tugged at the hem of my shirt.
“Helen, give me another chance. I’m begging you.”
Without hesitation, I pulled his hand away.
“Stop, Norton. Let’s part on good terms.”
He collapsed onto the ground, his body trembling as he curled into himself, and his muffled sobs echoed through the silent room.
He cried for a long while before slowly lifting his head, his eyes red and swollen. This time, he said nothing more and picked up his luggage, walking
toward the door.
Just before the door closed, I couldn’t help but remind him.
“Please consider having another psychological evaluation.”
Norton paused mid–step, then slowly turned to meet my gaze. After a long moment, he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me, pleading
“Helen, I truly don’t want to lose you. Please give me another chance.”
I pulled my hand away from his, my voice cold.
“No.”
Perhaps my repeated rejections stripped him of his pride. Norton suddenly stood up, his face contorting in an unnatural grimace as he shouted, his voice high–pitched and shrill.
“Helen Timothy, you’ll regret this!”
It didn’t take long for me to understand what he meant by regret.
Three days later, I was suddenly blasted across social media.
The source was a gossip article with the title: A Psychologist Violates Professional Ethics by Dating a Patient.
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Butchered by Love
The whighshower was Kitty Harks, but the details in the article were ones only Norton and I knew.
In this second article, kitty tack revealed my name and the name of the institution 1 worked for. She portrayed herself as the victim while labeling me as a manipulative person who had need my profession to manipulate Norton into a romantic relationship. To incite public outrage, she fabricated
A wave of bassisse imenits Hooded my social media, with many “well meaning” strangers calling me names and even calling the clinic to harass me. Some people even stood outside the clinic, blocking the entrance.
I preserved all the sentence and immediately reported the incident to the police.
Huse days after the scandal went viral, a few people who claimed to have been my patients left comments in the thread:
Ave been to this doctor: I told her about my experiences, and she called me melodramatic, saying I should just die.”
en to her as well she deliberately angered me to the point that I had to be hospitalized just to get money.”
“I was a victim too. I was molested by someone in the past, and I trusted her enough to open up, but she turned my story into a joke on her social media. Because of this, I have a sear on my wrist.”
These three people’s claims seemed quite detailed.
