My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

Chapter 258 It's Psychological

Thinking that way, Zach was angry and looked at Julien with sympathy. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Hunter looked at Julien, who was hunched over and unconscious, and raised his brows. "Hey, what’s wrong with Julien?"

"President Flint has a fever," Zach responded with a bitter smile.

Sydney pursed her lips and said faintly, "If he has a fever, then hurry up and send him to the hospital."

Then, she looked at Hunter. "Come in."

"Sure!" Hunter entered the house with a bright smile on his face.

Sydney did not even look at Zach and Julien, and simply closed the door.

Zach looked at the tightly closed door and finally shook his head, helplessly dragging Julien away.

He was nervous for Julien because Sydney and Hunter were alone together.

However, that nervousness could not be compared to Julien's health. It was better to send him to the hospital first and wait until he got better to let him fight with Hunter later.

In the apartment, Sydney took the flowers Hunter

handed to her. She found a vase, trimmed the flowers one by one, and put them into the vase.

"What did Julien come to see you for?" Hunter sat on the sofa with his hands behind his head, pretending to be curious and asked.

Sydney did not notice the probing in his voice and curled her lips, saying, "He's insane. He suddenly told me that he loves me. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"What? He told you that he loves you?" Surprisingly, Hunter did not find it funny. Instead, his expression was surprising and serious.

Sydney was focused on cutting the flowers and did not pay attention to his expression. She nodded and said, "Yeah, but I think he's just messing with me, so I didn't take it seriously."

"Haha, I see!" Hunter pulled the corners of his mouth and chuckled dryly. However, his eyes were extremely grave.

He did not think that Julien was just messing with Sydney. Julien would not sink that low. Thus, that could only mean that he was serious.

Julien... finally found out who he really loved!

"By the way, I haven't asked you why you suddenly came here." Sydney put the vase full of flowers on the coffee table and sat opposite Hunter, interrupting his thoughts.

Hunter's eyes flashed. He suppressed the sense of crisis inside, picked up an apple from the fruit plate familiarly, and nibbled on it. "I wanted to talk to you about Fake Clarice. I plan to find an opportunity tomorrow to make her appear in front of the Madden couple."

"You've decided?" Sydney's expression turned serious.

Hunter nodded. "Yeah. Fake Clarice also agreed."

"Okay. What do you need me to do?" Sydney asked.

Hunter rubbed his stomach with a pitiful expression." Can you cook? I came here on an empty stomach. You can't let a guest like me go hungry, right?"

Sydney did not know whether to laugh or to cry." Looks like you don't need my help with Fake Clarice. Fine, just sit for a while. I'll go cook."

She stood up and walked toward the kitchen.

In the hospital, the nurse gave Julien an injection to reduce his fever.

Zach stood by the side and asked worriedly, "Is my boss okay?"

"He's fine. His wound got inflamed after staying out in the rain, which is what's causing his fever. Now that the wound has been re-dressed, he'll be fine when the fever subsides."

"Thank goodness." Zach patted his chest.

The nurse disposed of the syringe, hooked Julien up to an IV drip, and excused herself to go out.

Zach took out his phone and was about to call Flint Mansion to tell Old Madam Flint about Julien's situation.

However, Julien woke up before he could call.

"President Flint." Zach put down his phone and helped Julien up.

Julien leaned against the head of the bed. The red flush on his face had receded and was replaced by a sickly pallor.

He looked at the environment of the ward and then at his arm that was hooked up to a drip, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened to me?"

"Your wound was inflamed and you had a fever," Zach replied.

Julien closed his eyes. "Who sent me to the hospital?"

Was it Sydney?

"It was me." Zach's answer instantly broke the hope that had just risen in Julien's heart.

Julien pursed his thin lips and gave Zach a cold look.

Zach was bewildered.

What was going on?

Why did he have the feeling that Julien was disdaining him for meddling?

Was it an illusion?

Zach cleared his throat. "Um, after you faint from fever, Ms. Raines asked me to send you to the hospital. H

A bright light flashed in Julien's deep eyes.

It was not Sydney who sent him here.

However, it was Sydney who asked Zach to send him here.

In an instant, Julien's heart felt comforted, and his face also looked much better. Even the cold air around him was alleviated.

At that moment, Zach suddenly asked, "President Flint, has Ms. Raines forgiven you?"

'Probably not. If Ms. Raines forgave President Flint, how would she let him lie on the ground when he had a fever?

'However, just to be sure, it's better to ask President Flint straight.'

Julien rubbed his temples, his head was still slightly dizzy. "I passed out before I could tell her."

Zach's mouth twitched.

'Useless!'

Although that was what his heart thought, he did not dare to say it out loud. He pursed his lips and coughed. "Then wait until your fever subsides." "Have you found any hypnotists?" Julien narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I've contacted one, but he doesn't have time to come over, so I'm looking for another one," Zach replied.

Julien gnashed his molars. "Do it as soon as possible. For now, call Dr. Sullivan over."

Although Dr. Sullivan could not see the problem in him, as an expert in this area, Julien still had some questions he wanted to ask the doctor.

"Understood." Zach nodded and took out his phone to call Dr. Sullivan.

About an hour later, Dr. Sullivan came to the ward. " President Flint."

"Have a seat, Doctor." Julien pointed to the chair beside the hospital bed.

Dr. Sullivan said his thanks and pulled the chair over to sit down. "Did you call me here today regarding the problem you mentioned last time?"

"Yes. Last time, you suggested that I find more psychologists to diagnose whether I was hypnotized or not. Their diagnosis was the same as yours, and they said that I wasn't hypnotized. However, the truth is that I was." Julien looked at Dr. Sullivan.

Dr. Sullivan pushed up his glasses in surprise. "Are you sure, President Flint?"

"I met the person who hypnotized me," Julien gritted his teeth as he spoke, endless anger and killing intent filling each word he said.

Dr. Sullivan became interested. "Who was it?"

Hypnosis was a very mystical, but also very dangerous thing. It could not only manipulate a person's mind, but also delete their memories.

It was said that some very powerful hypnosis masters could even completely turn a person into a puppet.

It could be said that master hypnotists who reached this level were no different from God.

Therefore, in some countries, hypnosis was regarded as a forbidden art.

Now, he was beginning to suspect that it was the work of a master hypnosis that was similar to a god. That was why so many psychologists were unable to diagnose Julien's hypnosis.

That was because only hypnotists on that level could make them unable to discover the hypnosis. There were very few masters of this level in the world, and they were all very old. They even signed a treaty not to use their skills on anyone anymore. Thus, he was very curious about which master went against the treaty to hypnotize Julien.

"I don't know. My subordinate is investigating now. The only thing I know is that he's very young, and he's a very... beautiful man." Julien frowned as he described the man's appearance.

To be honest, it was a strange feeling when a man complimented another man as being beautiful.

"He's young?" Dr. Sullivan was shocked. "How could that be?"