Chapter 1041

Chapter 1041 Chapter 1041
“Of course,” Mrs. Cohen agreed.
Dr. Quirk glanced at Weston before turning on his heels and heading into the funeral hall.
He reappeared not long afterward, announcing with some relief, “Miss Cohen is in a stable mental state.
There‘s no cause for concern at the moment, so, you can rest easy.”
Hearing this, both Mr. and Mrs. Cohen sighed in relief. But they then quickly looked at each other with
quizzical eyes. The fact that Zachary‘s death did not cause Guinevere much psychological turmoil felt
peculiar...
But still, they wished for nothing more than for her mental health to improve as soon as possible, so they
just thanked the doctor and left. They had wanted to take Guinevere with them too, but she had
expressed her wish to stay by Zachary‘s side a little longer. As they didn‘t have the heart to say no to
that, they relented.
There were then only Weston and Dr. Quirk left in the main hall.
Dr. Quirk was the first to break the silence, saying, “I‘ve heard about Ms. Sealey. So, what is your plan,
Mr. Ford?”
“That is none of your business,” Weston bluntly responded.
“You‘ve misunderstood me,” Dr. Quirk told him. He was not at all angry. In fact, he even smiled after
hearing Weston‘s brusque response. “I only asked because I‘m worried about Ms. Sealey. After all, I did
warn you earlier that her mood was volatile and that she was in danger of causing harm...”
“She never intended that,” Weston interrupted him, frowning “I see,” Dr. Quirk quickly figured out what Weston implied. “So you intend to help Ms. Sealey get
exonerated?”
Even Dr. Quirk was surprised by this himself. Men with high status, like Weston Ford generally valued
their bloodline above everything else. No matter how much they loved a woman, they would never let
that come in between them and their children.
“You‘ve really surprised me,” Dr. Quirk exclaimed.
Weston regarded him with his dark, brooding eyes, exuding an intimidating air.
“What happened was an accident,” he stated. “Stella‘s
mood was unstable, which led to such a tragedy occurring. At the end of the day, it‘s all my fault because
I neglected her mental health. She never had any history of hurting or harming anyone else before, so
whatever she might‘ve done, she was clearly not in full control of herself and, therefore , should not be
held accountable . You‘re her psychiatrist. You should be fully aware of this.”
He had spoken at length. Dr. Quirk had never heard him explaining anything so verbosely before.
“Mr. Ford...” The doctor suddenly caught the meaning between the lines. His eyes trembled. “Are you
trying to
Weston tapped his finger on the table. He knew that Dr. Quirk finally understood him.
“You‘re an expert psychiatrist. You have first–hand and professional knowledge of her psychological
condition. She is mentally ill. She could not possibly be responsible for her own actions.”
“You want me to be a witness proclaiming that she‘s unfit to be held accountable for her criminal
actions?” “Isn‘t that just the truth?” Weston retorted plainly while looking straight at him. “You warned me about it a
long time ago. It was all because I didn‘t listen to you that
such a tragedy happened. At the end of the day, it was my fault for neglecting the problem and not
handling it properly...”
“Are you going to shoulder all the blame yourself and exonerate her in the process?” Dr. Quirk asked.
Weston‘s eyes were as chillingly cold as ever.
Dr. Quirk was smart enough and he didn‘t need more explanation to grasp the true situation. He touched
the tip of his nose and said, “I‘ll think about it.”
“There‘s no need to think about it.” Weston stood up. “If you‘re not willing to do it, I‘ll just find someone
else. I‘m only asking you now out of sheer convenience.”
Hearing this, Dr. Quirk changed his approach, calmly looked at Weston, and asked, “You seem pretty
confident about this. Aren‘t you afraid I might betray you and expose the plan you just revealed to me?”
“You won‘t do that.” Weston adjusted his watch and glanced at the time. “At most, you‘d just refuse my
offer. Going against me would be a stupid move that will benefit you in no way.”
“What if I decided to take Mr. Warren Ford‘s side and help him instead?”
Weston clasped the metal band of his watch, emitting a crisp click.
“If you have the balls to do it, then go ahead and try.” Previous Chapter
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