Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 339

“I want to go home, Charles." Sophia had tried her best to maintain her composure but her voice still trembled when she spoke.

Charles took her hand. "Do you think it will make a difference if you go back? If a person is bent on committing suicide, that person can jump off a building, overdose on drugs, slice his or her wrists… When you are bent on dying, you can die in all sorts of ways. You probably know this better than I do."

Sophia knew very well indeed.

She knew better than anyone how it felt to have nothing left to live for.

Even so, she said, "I want to go home!"

She did not want to have any more regrets!

"I have invited a reputable psychiatrist and he will be there in the afternoon. It’s only a few hours," Charles said.

Sophia pressed her lips firmly, not uttering a word.

"You saw it too when you left the house. Your mother was having a great time with Jenna." Charles stroked her back. "You are too sensitive."

Sophia hesitated over and over again. "I will just go back to take a look. I’ll go out with you tomorrow."

The two returned to the White residence together.

Jenny was playing with the child in the living room and was extremely surprised to see the two of them return. "You guys went out, didn’t you? Why did you come back again?"

"Soph is worried about you, Mom." Nicole said, "You look like you are in a bad mood after quarreling with Madam Johnson."

Jenny sighed and said, "I’m not in a bad mood, really. Just took things too hard last time. I was always hesitant in every single thing that I did, worried that I would hurt this person or that person and ended up hurting everybody in the end."

"You are not a one hundred dollar bill, not everyone is going to like you. Don't be too harsh on yourself," Sophia sat next to her and said softly.

Jenny smiled, her eyes were still red. Even so, she could tell that her mother was in a pretty good mood. "You don't have to comfort me. I’ve moved on."

"Mm. I can be the witness for that." Nicole picked her child up and said, "Mom was just telling me that she was only befriending Madam Johnson all this time because of the past relationship they shared as friends. The truth is that Madam Johnson is just a black-hearted person and she should have stopped being friends with her a long time ago."

Sophia was still a little skeptical. "Did you really say that, Mom?"

This was not how her mother’s style of approaching things.

"That's what I said." Jenny sighed. "It dawned on me that we’re not the same to start with."

After chatting for a while, Sophia was still worried and said tactfully, "Mom, a friend of Charles just happened to be around here. He likes flower arrangement and stuff like that and wants to drop by to talk to you."

"Flower arrangement? More like a psychiatrist, right?" Jenny ate a piece of fruit and looked at her with a knowing gaze.

Sophia’s heart dropped with a thump. Dr. Hemingway told her that patients with mental illness would have an aversion to seeing psychiatrists.

"Since he’s already here, why don’t you invite him over to our place lest all of you start worrying about me," Jenny said when the rest of them were speechless.

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief.

At about one-thirty in the afternoon, the psychiatrist arrived. He was probably worried that Jenny would display psychological resistance, hence he simply sat in the living room with everyone else and engaged in small talk at first.

Later, Jenny offered to speak to him in private, so they went upstairs together.

Their conversation went on for an hour and a half. Sophia had glanced upstairs one hundred and fifty times and drank ten cups of tea.

Her feelings for her mother was a complicated one. There was respect, love, sympathy, and resentment. Though no matter what, she did not want anything to happen to her mother.

Charles went out this afternoon to handle some affairs. It was Nicole who kept Sophia company in the living room.

"How do you expect Charles to answer that question when you ask it like that?!" James smacked the table.

Jenny continued to ignore him. She was simply staring at Charles.

"Of course I don't mind. She’s your daughter. I should thank you for giving birth to her," Charles said.

Jenny smiled. "Thank you."

She stood up and stretched her hand toward Sophia. "Let’s go, Soph."

The two went up to the second floor together and into Jenny and James' room.

Sophia looked at Jenny’s loving face and was put in a trance for a moment, feeling like she had returned to life two years ago.

After taking a shower, they both laid on the bed.

Jenny was rarely in high spirits and hummed a few songs to her. "You and your brother enjoyed listening to me singing the most when you guys were young. Others would listen to bedtime stories, but both of you would listen to bedtime songs."

What she said must have happened when she was still very young as Sophia had no memory of it. She simply listened in silence.

"Kids, however, are only close to their mothers when they are young." Jenny sighed. "When they grow up, even their mothers have no idea what they’re thinking about anymore..."

She said those two sentences in a very soft voice so Sophia could not hear her clearly. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Jenny smiled and pressed her forehead against hers as she always did when she was young. "I said that I’m glad that my children have grown up. You guys were so lively when you were young. I feel more at ease now that you’ve all grown up."

Sophia could vaguely sense that these were not the things she just said. She was about to ask her when she changed the subject. "When you were a kid, you liked to dance with a silly smile on your face when I sing. I told your dad that you are a budding dancer seeing how you could catch the beats so accurately. After that, we signed you up for dance classes."

"If I had known that your dad had intentions like that when he sent you to dance classes in the first place, then I would have never agreed to it..."