After Dr. Zachary left, Jenson ran into the study room. He pushed open the door to find Jay with his head in his hands, the appearance of one in severe pain.
Jenson had the answer in his heart.
"He said I'm sick too?" Jenson said angrily.
Jay lifted his gaze to see his son's face that was so shiningly handsome. A barely detectable hint of concealed worry appeared on his face.
He thought that it was perhaps Jenson was too perfect that the heavens would have to give him some challenge.
"Jenson, Dr. Zachary says your disorder is still in its early stages. As long as we actively cooperate, it will get better." Jay did not want to tell Jenson about this cruel matter, but he needed Jenson to cooperate with the coming treatment, so he had to accept this reality.
"Treating my life like it's grass to trample on,” Jay said angrily through pursed lips.
Kay looked at the angrily upset face of Jenson and hardened his heart. The matter at hand this time was very serious. He could not bend to Jenson's whims.
"Daddy has decided. Resistance is futile." After Jay announced this unusually overbearingly, he got up and left.
On the other hand, Jenson fell into melancholy.
To Jenson, this weekend went by quite depressingly. Hence, when Monday came, Jenson unprecedentedly looked forward to going to school.
This was clearly a very good phenomenon, but Jay did not know whether to worry or rejoice. The Jenson that liked to go to school and the one who did not only made him think of the two different personalities his schizophrenia caused. Otherwise, he could not find a reasonable third explanation.
After he sent Jenson to kindergarten, Jay arrived at the office. Having had a soul-stirring weekend, he had nearly forgotten that he had hired a new assistant.
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