Chapter 960

Time slowed to a crawl. To Stella, it seemed as if the change of seasons had been stalled. Spring had
come and gone, and the early days of summer were being ushered in.

That said, it rained so heavily last night that it felt more like a cold spring night.

She was walking on the carpet in cotton slippers when she heard someone coming in through the door.

“Dr.Quirk,” she greeted, more out of a habit than anything.

“Good afternoon!”

“How are you feeling today?"

“Not bad." She put down the watering can in her hand and played with the leaves of her plants with
keen and focused eyes.

Dr.Quirk walked up to her and was about to speak when he was distracted by a delicate chain on her
feet.

“What is that?” he asked.

= "Hmm?" Stella followed his gaze, smiled, and casually explained, “Oh, these? They’re ankle cuffs.”
Stella lifted her left foot, and the dainty chain jingled with a crisp and clear noise.

"I was trying to bask in the sun with my cactus yesterday,” Stella explained further.

“Weston probably thought I was trying to run away again, so he had someone make these anklets and
had them on me.” She spoke in an eerily calm and composed tone, like describing a distant event that
had nothing to do with her at all.



Dr.Quirk frowned.He found it hard to breathe .He had always been disturbed by Stella and Weston's
relationship, even finding it to be morbid at times.

Today, that feeling had come to a head.

“May I ask why Mr.Ford did this?”

“Hmm?” Stella seemed surprised by the question.She shook her head and replied, “You should ask
him.” Dr.Quirk tugged at his collar and walked up to Stella.

"So not only did he lock you up in there, he’s now putting cuffs around your ankle…Is it you who needs
therapy, or does he have some mental illness too?” Stella smiled when she heard the question , though
she still looked as unruffled as she did.

"He would never think that there was anything wrong with him,” she said.

Weston was a man filled with the pride and arrogance of an egotistical jerk.His lofty status and
incredible talent prevented him from having much empathy for other people.

Nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted or achieving any of the goals in his mind.He gave
no one any chance to challenge him.

Dr.Quirk stared fixedly at Stella for a while.

He then paced back and forth before going into the living room to pour himself a glass of water.It took
him a long time before he could suppress his incredulity at the absurdity of the situation.

"If he keeps on doing this,” he told Stella, “your mental health will never improve!”

“He doesn’t care about my mental health anyway,” she replied.



She put down the plant she was holding and washed her hands.Then she walked into the living room
and sat on the sofa.

“What he wants is for me to stay inside the house obediently.It'll be even better if I can have sex with
him again.” Dr.Quirk's frown deepened when he noticed Stella's indifference and detachment.

"But don't you mind how he's treating you?” he asked.

Stella picked up the glass of water in front of her and took a sip.

“I don't have the right to mind it," she replied, her eyes dull and lifeless, devoid of a trace of light.

“I really don't know what to do with you two..." Dr.Quirk sighed, deeply unsettled by what he was
seeing.He then proceeded with the usual therapy session with Stella, although he drew a sharp breath
every time he caught a glimpse of the shackles around her feet.

Over time, he became increasingly restless and could no longer remain calm.

“What he's doing is equivalent to restriction of your personal freedom,” he pointed out, suddenly
changing the subject.

“Stella, you’re not a submissive person.It's bad enough that he locks you up, but he even put those
shackles around your feet, knowing clearly well that you have noway to escape him.Don't you know
what this means?" Clearly, it looked like Weston was treating her like his property.

But Stella stayed silent, staring vacantly at the empty space in front of her.

At the sight of the condition she was in, Dr.Quirk could no longer sit still.

“If things between you two keep going down like this, there’ll be no way I can treat anyone here.” He
sprang up to his feet and added, “Today’s session ends here.I’ll talk to Mr.Ford about this.” Joan then



sent him off to the door.

He turned around and looked at Stella , intending to say something to her, but when he saw those
chains around her feet, he let out a heavy sigh and decided against it.


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