The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1119

Alexander’s car was parked outside Rebecca’s private clinic. He pushed the door open, his body swaying slightly as he pressed his fingers to his throbbing temples.

Inside the consultation room, Rebecca was already waiting, a thick medical file spread open on her desk. Her expression was grim. "I knew this day would come. I knew you'd be back."

She stood up, her tone a mixture of frustration and concern, and pushed a new treatment plan toward him. "I've laid out a new regimen for you here. If you don't follow it this time, I'll have nothing left to give you. The dosage keeps increasing, and that will damage your neural pathways. Didn't you once say your mind was the most important thing you have?"

Alexander’s eyes were downcast, his fingertips resting on the cool paper as he remained silent.

"You used to force yourself to control your emotions, enduring near-breakdowns just to avoid taking medication that might cloud your mind," Rebecca continued, her voice filled with exasperation. "But now, you're taking it frequently and erratically to manage your moods. Your body can't adapt to this. If you keep ignoring medical advice, not even a miracle will be able to save you."

Alexander finally looked up, his eyes filled with a profound weariness. "I just need to last through the end of the year."

Rebecca let out a long, helpless sigh. She knew him too well. His will to live had never been strong; what kept him going wasn't a desire for life, but a sense of unfinished business and lingering attachments.

"If you keep this up, you might not even make it to tomorrow, let alone the end of the year."

Alexander’s eyelashes trembled. After a long pause, he said, "Fine. We'll do it your way."

Rebecca said no more, simply picking up his file to arrange the new treatment schedule before leading him into the therapy room. The low hum of the machine filled the quiet space as Alexander leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and letting the medication and gentle electrical currents soothe his frayed nerves.

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