Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss-Chapter 878 - 852 Hes Gone Hes Gone Hes Gone (Thanks to
Chapter 878 -852 He’s Gone He’s Gone He’s Gone (Thanks to kateliu for the silver reward +41 more)
Chapter 878 -852 He’s Gone He’s Gone He’s Gone (Thanks to kateliu for the silver reward +41 more)
The host, who was skilled at stirring emotions but not at hosting competitions, finally found a use for his talents, dramatically modulating his voice with passion.
“Just one hour before the competition began, a hostage situation occurred in our city. At that time, the perpetrator was extremely unstable, and in the absence of a psychological expert at the scene, our contestant Emma Clark stepped forward!”
“…I didn’t step forward out of my own volition,” Kiara muttered softly.
If she hadn’t seen Ryan Wood being forcibly recruited, she wouldn’t have made herself so conspicuous, especially since she was wearing red sneakers…
“After successfully rescuing the hostages, the judges unanimously decided to give contestant Emma Clark an additional point. With her actions, she illustrated to us the essence of medical ethics, and in the grace of a psychotherapist, brought a different understanding of the counseling profession to the public. This aligns perfectly with today’s presentation topic; therefore, the judges have awarded contestant Emma Clark—perfect marks!”
A tidal wave of applause erupted from the audience, with Isaac, flushed with excitement, clapping the loudest.
The lighting technician somehow found Kiara’s location and spotlighted her, making Kiara’s inner critic chatter even more merrily.
Wuwu, please don’t zoom in on the red sneakers…
“Mrs. Kiara, congratulations!” Isaac gave Kiara an eager hug after coming down.
“It’s me who should be thanking you. You did very well today,” She replied.
Kiara didn’t seem as excited about this unexpected advancement as everyone else, maintaining a calm demeanor throughout.
Everyone at home was more eager than she was.
“But I didn’t really help you… if anything, it was you who gave me the opportunity to train during this competition. Mrs. Kiara, I’ve had an epiphany,” He confessed.
“Oh? What have you realized?” She inquired.
“I’ve figured out what to do with Oliver Yakov’s case.” Isaac gained a lot from this experience, achieving breakthroughs while helping Kiara.
“When it comes to cases like these, whether to save them or not is not the important part; the decision is mine. Whether I choose to treat them or not, it’s all my own affair. I should do what feels right without subjecting myself to forced moral imprisonment; professional ethics is all about staying true to my original intention,” He explained.
It was only then that Isaac understood why Kiara had told him dealing with a domestic violence case would help him figure out what to do with Oliver Yakov’s situation.
So it turned out that the so-called ‘professional heart’ was indeed the original intention, sticking to what one believes is right.
“That’s correct. If you think a person can be saved, then save them. If you feel you can’t get past your conscience, then don’t. Only a psychotherapist who adheres to their own principles can help patients emerge from the darkness. If you can’t even find your own true self, how can you help others?” She affirmed.
The emphasis wasn’t on saving or not saving anymore, but on the mentality with which one decides to save, or refuse to save.
When treating illnesses, one should give their all. Yet, once the treatment is done and you walk on the street, you become just two strangers passing without recognition. Empathy exists, but it cannot linger forever; Kiara’s actions profoundly influenced Isaac.
“I couldn’t understand the connection between domestic violence and that incident before, but now I do. When we help a consultee suffering from domestic abuse, the first thing we do is help them reclaim their self-worth. It’s the same when we’re doctors; there’s another metaphorical meaning. You wanted to tell me not to let public opinion sway me and to hold on to what I believe is right, just like not immediately questioning why a victim of domestic abuse doesn’t leave their marriage,” He contemplated aloud.
Kiara nodded in agreement. That was right.
Those with psychological disorders are like people lost in the night, and those basking in sunlight will never grasp the pain endured in the dark; And the world, Kiara thought, was never short of hypocritical moralists.
From a spectator’s point of view, they preach and impose morality, their words flowing with rhetoric.
“As a doctor, you should do this and that; it’s enough if you die at your post and you’re praised for it—that’s your duty. Even if the person is a murderer, you must treat them because you’re a doctor.”
“You suffer from domestic abuse yet don’t get a divorce, are you stupid?”
“Such a trivial matter, why overthink it? Psychological disorders are all because of making a mountain out of a molehill…”
In Kiara’s eyes, such hypocrites are so plentiful that if you poured a bucket of water from the Sky Bridge, at least two out of five people passing below would get drenched.
Isaac had long understood to never judge others, as no two lives are identical, and no pain can be fully empathized with; even seemingly similar circumstances are experienced differently due to individual personalities and backgrounds.
The hypocritical moralists love to offer their opinions without understanding the pain.
“What I want you to understand is this, loyalty is your strength but it’s also your weakness. If you can’t rationally ignore external distractions, if you can’t detach your emotions after therapy, then over the years, taking in other people’s pain little by little, it will accumulate in your heart, and eventually you will be in great pain. If you fall, what will happen to your patients, what will happen to your family?”
To prune off the superfluous branches and vines, leaving only a robust tree trunk thriving upwards, staying true to your original aspiration is essentially the same as helping countless patients.
As for those holier-than-thou busybodies who think they know everything from astronomy to geography and love to give unsolicited advice, let them save the world with their lip service in their imaginary virtual world.
Kiara was feeling pleased with Isaac’s growth when her phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.
“Is this Emma Clark?”
“Who is this…?”
“Don’t ask who I am. Be careful, someone might intentionally give you a low score in tomorrow’s competition.”
After saying that, they hung up.
The voice was deliberately lowered, but Kiara found it somewhat familiar.
Who could it be… Oh! It’s her!
Kiara remembered now—she had heard this voice for three years in high school.
It was the Homeroom Teacher!
With a mocking smile at Yuzo Joel, Kiara shook her phone and said, “Being kind-hearted and soft can sometimes bring unexpected surprises, doesn’t it?”
Ha-ha-ha! Laughing uproariously inside, Kiara felt immensely thrilled to have scored a point for herself.
Yuzo Joel watched as Kiara and the others left, then Aka came running over, sweating profusely.
“Boss! You’re so shameless! You came here to watch Mrs. Kiara’s competition while sending me on errands!”
She was late and had missed seeing Mrs. Kiara show off her skills. She’d just sneaked around to gather information and heard that today’s standout had been Emma Clark.
Regretting not having seen it, Aka felt she had missed out big time.
“But I’m still a little worried, what about Mrs. Kiara’s competition tomorrow, will those people let her off the hook? I’m so anxious, you can’t send me away no matter what tomorrow! I want to stay and watch our Mrs. Kiara! We’ll grab a front-row seat; I think it’s going to be absolutely fantastic!”
Aka spoke with animated excitement, both anxious and somewhat anticipatory.
Fearing Mrs. Kiara would be at a disadvantage, yet having a premonition she wouldn’t let those people succeed.
“Just you.”
“What?”
“Tomorrow, come by yourself, I’ll save you a spot.”
“Boss, you’re not watching? Such an important competition and you’re not going to watch? Didn’t you say before that Mrs. Kiara’s third competition would be the most exciting and crucial? You were looking forward to seeing how she would strike at her opponents; if you’re not watching, what are you going to do?”
“Book me a ticket back. I’m leaving.”
Aka was already wide-eyed in shock.
The battle is at hand, yet the Boss is going back?
“But didn’t you—”
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“There’s no need to watch anymore, she’s already won.”
