Chapter 1402 Pacifying Scott

"May I go in and see him?" Louis asked Taylor. Hearing that Scott had fallen asleep, Louis was finally
relieved, but he was still worried about Scott.

"Sure." Taylor stepped aside to let Louis through and watched as he approached his brother's bed and
sat beside it.

She realized that the way Louis treated Scott was completely different from his usual dandy ways. She
now saw him in a new light.

Scott slept soundly on the bed, holding his stuffed bear to his chest. Louis tucked him in before he
turned off the light and left.

Outside, Taylor tiredly blinked at her watch. "It's getting late. I should head home. I'll check on Scott
tomorrow," she told Louis.

"All right. Let me drive you home," Louis offered. He was not about to let Taylor go home alone at this
hour.

"Are you kidding? You're the CEO of the Ke Group. You can't be my driver," Taylor teased.

It was her way of refusing Louis politely.

Louis smiled. He knew what kind of person Taylor was. It was not easy changing her mind once it was
made up. "At least let my assistant drive you. It's late."

Taylor smiled and nodded. She could not exactly refuse Louis' every offer. That would be rude.

Louis headed upstairs after Taylor left. He watched her car leave from his window. He pinched the
bridge of his nose to relieve his fatigue.



'She will always keep me at arm's length. It will be difficult for me to win her heart, ' he thought.

It was Saturday the next day, and Taylor came early in the morning.

Louis was having breakfast with Scott when she arrived.

The butler came in to announce her arrival. "Mr. Ke, Dr. Tang is here."

"Send her in, please, and prepare some tableware for her," Louis ordered as he set down his bowl and
chopsticks.

"Yes, sir." The butler asked one of the servants to bring another set of bowl and chopsticks and then
went to invite Taylor in.

Upon entering the room, Taylor immediately saw Scott, who was savoring his food intently. She walked
up to him. "Hello, Scott. Remember me?" she greeted.

Scott raised his head slowly and looked at Taylor. After thinking for some time, he answered, "Taylor."

Although his voice was filled with uncertainty, he still called her by name.

Taylor was surprised to hear Scott say her name.

Louis was surprised as well. He had not expected Scott to be talking to Taylor casually so soon.

Taylor was indeed an excellent physician.

"How are you feeling today?" Taylor asked with a smile as she stroked Scott's hair.

"Not bad," Scott answered nonchalantly.



"Have you had breakfast already? Why don't you join us?" Louis offered. He stood up and pulled out a
chair for Taylor.

"I've already eaten, thank you," Taylor politely declined. "We can start the treatment after you finish
eating."

Taylor took the seat across Scott and watched him carefully.

From the way Scott ate breakfast, it seemed that he might relapse at any time. He should have
someone to take care of him.

After breakfast and a little rest, Taylor began therapy with Scott.

Taylor instructed Scott to lie on his bed.

"Is that okay, Scott? Are you comfortable?" she asked as she assisted Scott with his quilt and pillows.
Scott nodded, and Taylor fished a pocket watch from her pocket. She took a seat beside Scott's bed
and held the pocket watch at Scott's eye line.

"Please focus on this pocket watch," Taylor instructed.

Scott did as he was told and focused on the pocket watch.

Taylor slowly swayed the pocket watch to a certain frequency.

Five minutes later, Scott closed his eyes slightly. He seemed to have fallen half asleep.

After a few more minutes, Taylor softly called to him, "Scott? Can you hear me?"

Scott's eyelids fluttered, but his body remained still.

"Can you tell me what you see?" Taylor asked.



"People... So many people," Scott muttered.

"Where are you now?" asked Taylor.

"I'm... I'm in a room..."

"What are you doing in the room?"

Taylor continued to sway the pocket watch.

"I... I don't know."

Scott frowned and seemed in pain.

"Do you see anyone you recognize? Maybe somebody who wants to hurt you?"

"No... No..."

"Are you sure? Take a closer look. Do you see a man clad in black, smiling at you? Is he walking
toward you?"

Taylor watched Scott carefully.

"Do you see the man, Scott? Is this man's name Bill?"

As soon as Taylor mentioned the name, Scott's eyes flew open.

He jumped out of bed and grabbed the nearest chair to him. He was going to hit Taylor with it.

Somebody pulled Taylor out of the way in time.



The chair in Scott's hands smashed against the chair Taylor just vacated. Splinters exploded all over
the place.

Scott started thrashing around violently as if he was having a full psychotic breakdown.

He began tearing the room apart with his bare hands, growling and screaming as he went.

Taylor could only watch. She knew there was nothing she could do at the moment. She would only hurt
herself if she tried to stop Scott during his manic episode. The name Taylor mentioned must have
triggered something unpleasant in Scott. Taylor was counting her breaths when she realized that it was
Louis who pulled her out of the way. "Are you all right?" he asked.

She nodded slightly. Before she could say anything else, Louis was on his way to soothe Scott. He
caught Scott instantly in his arms and held him tightly.

"Hey, Scott. It's okay. I'm here. You're home. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you," Louis said,
caressing Scott's back. Hearing Louis' voice, Scott slowly stopped struggling and quieted down.

Taylor watched in awe. It seemed that Louis was the only one that could calm Scott in the midst of a
break, which was almost medically impossible.

The bond between them must be stronger than she had imagined. As a professional psychologist,
Taylor realized that Scott badly needed to recover and soon.

The smoke had not cleared when Scott suddenly fainted in Louis' arms.

Taylor rushed to them and examined Scott. Then, she sighed with relief and said, "It's okay. He just fell
asleep. He got too exhausted. Let's take him to the bed and let him rest."


62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda