Chapter: 1147

Since his return, he'd learned the chaos Nancy, the adopted daughter, had unleashed on the Scotts. It wasn't his place to interfere, but this? This was a whole new level of worry.

Who knew that something like this would recur?

Phillip, his gaze glued to the operating room doors, mumbled, “I-I don't know. The psychologist said that Susanna's psychological defense has been fully established and this won't happen again."

Sean, his eyes filled with worry, said, “That psychologist is the best in the world. If he can't help." his voice trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.

Sean, brilliant in many ways, lacked expertise in psychology.

Sacredice might have had capable psychologists, but none could compare to the world-renowned psychologist he had hired.

Joanna and Bryson arrived together. A flicker of emotion crossed Sean's face as he saw them.

He'd planned to travel to Silverdale in two days, to find Norah and bring her back to Glophia.

Their standoff stretched back a while. Would Norah even speak to him?

Still, he believed he was correct. He wasn't given an explanation by Norah when the misunderstanding occurred. He departed to give them both time to collect themselves and think.

Joanna settled beside Jaxson, inquiring about Susanna's condition.

News of Madeline's miscarriage had reached them, but Joanna, refusing to yield to the Carters’ pressure, had only fueled their arrogance.

As a result, malicious rumors swirled about Joanna.

Did she truly do it? Most people doubted it, refusing to believe it.

Those familiar with Joanna comprehended her true nature. A handful of rumors couldn't sway their perceptions of her.

Jaxson spoke softly. “A nurse brought a fruit knife for Susanna. Claiming she wanted fruit, Susanna used it to cut her wrist after the nurse left. Phillip says it's worse than before."

Having been back in Glophia for days, Jaxson had caught up on most of the local news.

Michelle's lips pursed as she checked her phone. Ten missed calls from Norah, all unanswered.

Regret twisted in her gut. How could she face Norah after such a cruel act?

Several messages awaited her as well.

“Joanna, don't blame yourself. Please, don't."

“It was just an accident. It has nothing to do with you."

"You wouldn't do something like that, I know you wouldn't Each word thrummed with concern."

Tears welled in Joanna's eyes, a sniff escaping her. These days, everyone showered her with support, unwavering in their belief.