Chapter 119- are you insane?

Chapter 119: Chapter 119- are you insane? While she had been with Morrison, contraception had always been his responsibility. She didn’t really understand much about it—she had only trusted him blindly. So she never considered the possibility that she could be pregnant. Seeing her still in a daze, Bert decided not to mention what he was thinking. He wasn’t sure himself; it was better not to tell her for now. Saying it outright would only make her sad and tangled up in her emotions—after all, being dumped while possibly pregnant wasn’t exactly good news. Still, he was angry—seeing the girl like this, completely lacking basic knowledge about contraception, made his blood boil. She better not be pregnant. If she was... he’d go after Morrison and make him pay for indulging himself. So instead, he said, "Stomach problems aren’t something to ignore. If left untreated, they can develop into something serious. Don’t take this lightly." With that, he helped Lilian to her feet and guided her back to her room to get dressed. Since she hadn’t brought any clothes, she had to wear Bert’s oversized shirt over her sleepwear. Bert drove her straight to the hospital. Lilian chose to follow Bert because she couldn’t bear to refuse his kindness. She knew he was fussing over her because he cared too much. She was genuinely touched by his concern. Before leaving, she teased him lightly, "Since you even have women’s pajamas here, I’m guessing you must have women’s coats and clothes too. So why make me wear your giant shirt? It’s so ugly!" Bert was slightly embarrassed, but underneath that was concern and tenderness. He would have preferred her to cry or throw a tantrum than hide her hurt behind a casual façade and jokes. He knew she was masking her pain this way. He glanced at her, said nothing, and drove straight to the hospital. At the hospital, while Lilian went for a blood test, Bert called Dave and told him to come immediately. He also mentioned his suspicion that Lilian might be pregnant. Dave’s tone on the phone was like someone about to kill—angry and tense. By the time Dave arrived, all the tests had been completed. Bert arranged for a hospital room for Lilian, and she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. After a night of turmoil and emotional trauma, she had no strength left. Bert and Dave stood outside the room talking with the doctor who performed the tests. The doctor immediately dismissed Bert’s concern: "She’s not pregnant. Don’t worry." Bert and Dave exchanged a look and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Not pregnant—that was a huge relief. If she really had been pregnant, it could have led to serious consequences. They might have ended up wanting to kill Morrison. Bert furrowed his brow and asked, "Then why isn’t she eating? Why is she nauseous and losing her appetite? Could it be a stomach problem?" Not being pregnant was good, but if something was wrong with her stomach, it was still worrying. The doctor shook his head again: "Her stomach is fine. Maybe a slight inflammation, but not enough to cause loss of appetite." Dave couldn’t hold back and asked impatiently, "Then what’s wrong with her?" If her body was fine, why wouldn’t she eat? Why was she rejecting food? The doctor sighed, a little painfully, "I think this is a mental or emotional issue. According to Mr. Mu, she just went through a breakup. Sometimes, when someone experiences a major psychological trauma, their mind and body instinctively protect themselves by rejecting anything that comes close—including food." The doctor finally concluded, "So, I think Lilian has suffered too much psychological trauma, which is why she’s developed this aversion to food." That was the only explanation the doctor could give, because after a full series of examinations, Lilian’s body showed no physical issues at all. Bert and Dave’s expressions simultaneously dropped to an icy cold. Especially Bert—thinking about how Lilian had gone from crying to putting on a carefree, cheerful front, joking and laughing as if nothing had happened, made his chest tighten painfully. How much trauma would it take to push someone to the point of losing their appetite like this? The doctor added, "Of course, if you don’t trust my diagnosis, you can also consult a psychologist. But the immediate priority is to let Lilian rest properly and avoid any further negative experiences." After speaking, the doctor handed over the full set of Lilian’s examination reports to Dave, then turned and left. Dave and Bert stood at the hospital room door, each momentarily stunned. Faced with everything happening right now, two normally composed and mature men found themselves at a loss. At this moment, they would have almost preferred that Lilian’s refusal to eat was due to pregnancy—then at worst, she could have the child, and they would take care of it. But now it was her own mind rejecting food, and only she could overcome it herself. But how could someone heal when their wounds were this deep? Finally, Dave picked up the reports and said, "I’ll go see a psychologist." Bert nodded. No sooner had Dave left than Morrison appeared in front of Bert. He had followed Dave all the way here. Morrison looked disheveled and exhausted; his appearance was a mess. The injuries from Dave’s earlier confrontation at the bar were still visible—his cheeks and the corners of his mouth bore the marks. Along the way, he had sobered up considerably, and now standing in front of Bert, he appeared unusually calm. He looked at Bert, whose expression was filled with hostility, and asked, "How is she?" At this moment, Bert really, really wanted to punch him—but restrained himself. Tormenting someone, Bert knew best how to do it. Dave had already laid hands on Morrison, and Bert had no desire to physically attack him again. So instead, he just sneered and said, "Thanks to you, Morrison, she’s been hurt so badly that her mind is affected—she’s developed severe anorexia." Since Morrison had come all this way, it showed he wasn’t completely indifferent toward her. Of course—she was such a good girl—how could he feel nothing for her? As long as there were feelings, that alone would make Morrison suffer. Sure enough, Morrison’s brow furrowed tightly, a flash of anguish crossing his eyes. Bert’s smile grew even colder. "Thank heaven she isn’t carrying the child of a piece of trash like you." "You called me trash too, huh? Looks like we’re even now," Morrison replied. Bert’s words were full of scorn. If Dave had inflicted physical pain on Morrison, then Bert’s words were like a sharp blade, slicing mercilessly at his mind. This mental torment far exceeded the pain Dave had caused him physically. After standing there for a moment to steady himself and shake off the dizziness, Morrison finally stepped forward, intending to head to the hospital room. "I’m going to see her." Bert blocked him without hesitation. "If you want her to get hurt again, then by all means go in. Or do you want her to become severely depressed because of you?" Bert’s icy words stopped Morrison in his tracks. Yes—right now she must hate him with all her heart. If he went in at this moment, it would only make her hurt even more. Bert looked at him coldly and said, "Oh, right, Morrison. Almost forgot to tell you—starting tomorrow, all cooperation with MOS Corp. is canceled." Morrison was shocked. "Bert, are you insane? Canceling the cooperation unilaterally like this—MOS Corp. isn’t the only one who’ll suffer losses!" Bert remained calm. "I know. But I don’t care." After saying that, Bert turned and went into the hospital room. Morrison shouted in anger from behind him, "Bert, you madman!"