A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 151 How Ruthless

Avery called for the nurse to come in, his face sullen. He did not stay any longer and left with the same expression.

Darlene was still tightly gripping the bed sheets with both hands. Only when she saw him go out did she loosen her grip. She realized that her hands were covered in sweat.

Facing him, she couldn’t really be as calm as she seemed.

Affected by her depression, now that she saw him, she felt like he was terrifying. Those cruel images all emerged in her mind.

The nurse came in and saw that there was nothing wrong with Darlene. Then the nurse

left.

Darlene took her phone over and hesitated about whether she should ask Gustave to come back early. When she turned on her phone, there were all kinds of push

notifications sending her news.

The news was all over the media, including “The wife of the Gallard Group’s CEO has an affair“, “The Walpole Group’s CEO becomes the third wheel“, “The Walpole Group’s

shares may face significant decline“, “The Gallard Group has unilaterally terminated the important cooperation with the Walpole Group“, “The Walpole Group’s higher–ups

might be replaced on a large scale“, and so on.

Countless keywords were on her phone screen. She didn’t want to look at yet when she unlocked her phone, one piece of news went straight to the detail

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page.

The content of the news was nasty, and the poster was unknown. Maybe it was posted by some little–known newspaper or magazine.

The news was full of offensive remarks targeting Darlene and the Walpole Group. Although the poster was anonymous, no one would dare to be this unscrupulous without the

Gallard Group’s acquiescence and even support.

She wanted to exit the page, yet her hand was out of control, and she kept reading the

news.

Certain photos were attached, including scenes where Darlene and Gustave stood close to each other intimately. Also, there was a photo showing Avery wanting to take

Darlene from Gustave, but he was ruthlessly rejected by Gustave.

The shooting angle was perfect. The hand that Avery stretched out froze in mid–air. He looked a bit stunned and helpless, quite pitiful, as if he had been abandoned.

The comment area was full of comments pitying Avery while criticizing Darlene and Gustave at the same time.

“Mr. Gallard is so handsome and infatuated with that woman. See the look on his face? I bet that he loves that slut a lot. Why did she cheat on him? She is so ungrateful.”

“Why would the Walpole Group’s CEO become the third wheel? I’m sure that whore seduces him. Look at her face. She looks so slutty.”

“Both decent men have been implicated by her. I say we dig all of her details out. Expose her and make her never dare to go out for the rest of her life.”

“Cheating is the most shameful thing. Bah!”

Darlene’s hand that was holding onto the phone began to tremble. The knuckles of her hand turned pale due to extreme strength.

She looked at Avery’s face in the photo. Indeed, he looked so affectionate.

The needle–like pain began to overwhelm her. She felt that her stomach was sick, and she wanted to throw up, but she couldn’t.

She thought, how ruthless.

He isn’t satisfied with being the sole bully. And me being bullied by the elders of the Gallard family is still not enough for him. He is trying to get all the people in Baltimore, in

the country, to attack and insult me. He wants to see me dead.

My face in the photo attached to the news wasn’t blurred out at all. My features have been exposed to more than a billion people.

And those comments below are engulfing me. They use those words to attack me, such as “cheating“, “slut“, “cheap“, “shameless“, and “ungrateful“.

The phone slipped from her hand at some point. She raised both hands and put them around her head. Her body was cold, and she felt that those people were scolding her in

person.

There were so many people surrounding her, pointing at her nose, scolding her without trying to know what the truth was. The chill spread quickly through her limbs.

She inserted her fingers into her hair and scratched her scalp hard. Yet she couldn’t feel the stinging pain.

The uncontrollable negative emotions began to surge up in her mind again, and the pain in her brain slowly became sharper.

She lowered her head, shrank into a ball, and shook her head hard. “It wasn’t me. It was clearly not my fault. It was him.”

She struggled a lot before walking out of the dilemma. It took her a long time to make

her mind to walk out at all costs.

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She clutched her head with both hands. She was on a drip, and blood oozed out of the needle that was inserted into the back of her hand.

She maintained her posture of shrinking into a ball as a way to protect herself. She curled up and kept repeating the same words, “It wasn’t me. It wasn’t my fault.”

She thought, what else can I do to get rid of him for good, to prove that he is the real culprit?

She curled up so tightly. Then she heard the door open, and her body gave a sudden

shiver of fear.

The sound of footsteps approached her from the door, and Gustave said in a fake relaxed voice, “The doctor said you were fine. You just need to rest more.”

He walked to the bed and saw Darlene, who was huddled up on the bed. He stopped talking abruptly.

Gustave went out for a call, and he had just learned that Cassius intended to hold a board meeting to re–elect the group’s CEO.

Then he went to the doctor to ask about Darlene’s current situation. She wasn’t doing

well at all. Hospitalization was of little use.

The doctor said that instead of letting her languish in the hospital with pills and injections, it would be better for her to go out and be free for a while during her last spell.

if they could find a heart for her, she might live.

If not, at least she could suffer less.

Gustave figured that Darlene had probably expected such a result, but he still couldn’t bear to tell her, so when he came in, he adjusted himself and wanted to make himself

seem as carefree as possible.

However, as soon as he entered, he saw Darlene like this, which was something he hadn’t expected. Before he went out of the ward, he had already calmed her down.

Gustave’s face went sullen. He tossed away the piece of paper showing the diagnosis results and quickly walked to her side to sit down. Then he reached out and patted her

shoulder.

“What happened? Are you not feeling well? I’ll call the doctor over. Does your heart

hurt?”

As he spoke, he was about to press the bell on the head of the bed. Darlene raised her head and looked at him with a pale face. “It was not me. It was his fault.”

Only then did Gustave see that there were bloody marks on her forehead. She had clearly exerted a lot of force into her hands.

Some of the marks extended to her scalp, and he figured that she had got some scratches in her hair, too.

He looked closely at her fingers, which still had some blood on them. Then he said in a deep voice, “You can break things when you’re not feeling well. See? I’ve put a lot of

glasses on the bedside table. Stop scratching yourself.”

For patients suffering from depression, if they failed to control their emotions, they may break down at any time because of the stimulus, so they needed to vent.

Gustave had consulted the doctor, and he knew that he should prepare some glasses or porcelain in advance. When patients were emotional, if they smashed things, the

sound of things being broken could play a certain role in relieving and controlling their

emotions.

He pressed his palm against her forehead. “Does it hurt? I’ll ask the doctor to come over and treat your wound.”

Darlene looked at him in a trance. After a long time, she said, her voice trembling, “He came here. He wouldn’t leave me alone.”

She was shaking all over, and her body was utterly cold.

Gustave approached her and patted her on the back to comfort her, “I asked Darnell to guard outside. I’m sure he was away since he had something to do.

“Don’t be afraid. Everything will be over soon. We have already filed for a divorce. After we win the divorce lawsuit, we will take Reina and Nigel away together. Everything will

be fine.”

Avery was standing outside. He heard Darlene crying inside, but he no longer had the courage to walk in.

He also saw the nasty news on the phone.

Even though he knew that nothing could be changed anymore, he still asked, “Make the news go away. Can we still do that?”

Cyrus, who was aside, glanced at Avery with obscure eyes. He probably found Avery

ridiculous.

“Mr. Gallard, it’s too late to do anything about it now that public opinion has spread.”