Chapter 357
357 Healing a Disorientation Disorder
Wynter had always respected teachers, so she clinked her beer glass with Marie.
Marie smiled even more brightly. “Kiddo, has anyone ever told you you’re mature and likable beyond
your years? Being with you improves my mood.”
“We probably just have a good vibe together,” Wynter replied, picking up a piece of fry. She rarely let
her guard down naturally around anyone like this.
Marie was tolerant and open–minded. Even when Wolf approached her, he didn’t react harshly.
Wynter used to think only her grandmother had this kind of gentle presence, but now she had
encountered another. And it was a stranger.
She also found it unbelievable.
Marie chuckled softly. “No one has ever liked seeing me having one of my episodes.”
Wynter paused briefly.
Marie continued, “Sorry for letting you see me in such a state, but I’m quite grateful. I probably wouldn’t
have met you if I didn’t have my episode.”
Wynter smiled. “Indeed, your family must take excellent care of yo
you.
“They really do.” Marie recounted, “My husband is very good to me. He removed all sharp objects from
the house because he was afraid I might harm myself. He even stays in hotels with me when I prefer
She had a sip of her beer and continued, “After I started having episodes, he encouraged me to resign
and seek treatment abroad. He handles everything at home, and my sons have grown exceptionally
well
because of him.
“He’s afraid they’ll disturb me with their boisterousness, so he lets them manage their affairs. My sons
are all sensible. Many people praise their excellence.”
han why
Wynter tapped her index finger, asking directly. “Then why aren’t you happy?”
“I want to work, and I want my sons to occasionally bother me.” Marie looked at Wynter. “I feel like this
isn’t how I used to be. I’m starting to forget who I am.
“Is this what happens to women after marriage? Slowly losing themselves?”
Her smile carried a hint of sadness. “I’ve lost touch with my old friends a long time ago. I don’t even
know
who distanced themselves first.
“It just happened naturally, and suddenly, there was no one left around me. Should I blame my
husband for protecting me so well?”
This was beyond Wynter’s professional scope. “I’ve never been married, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Oh, right.” Marie covered her m*uth and chuckled gracefully. “How could I ask a kid such questions?”
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Wynter smiled gently. “But I can analyze other things. If there’s something you want to do, pursue it.
Working might help with your treatment.”
“I’m afraid of hurting others. Marie admitted. “You saw it for yourself. If I harm someone during an
episode, I feel guilty for the rest of my life.”
Wynter looked at her. “Your illness has a cause. Once you find that cause, you can start to heal.”
“A cause?” Marie frowned, wondering why no one had ever mentioned this to her.
Wynter’s eyes were deep as she looked at Marie. “You’ve lost something crucial to you. Perhaps
memones, belongings, or even a person.”
A person?
Marie held her beer glass, and suddenly, it dawned on her. Yes, indeed, there was someone.
As she tried to recall, she raised her hand and pressed it against her head.
Wynter gently removed her hand and said, “No need to rush. Take your time.”
Marie looked up, about to say something, when suddenly, there was an exclamation from nearby.
“Ma’am, I finally found you!”
“How did you find me here?”
“A passerby told me, and I didn’t really believe it.”
A sharply dressed man hurried over. From his attire, he seemed very smart.
Wynter recognized his face. She had met him when she first arrived in Southdale.