Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss-Chapter 882 - 856 Only Mrs. Kiara Between Virtual and
Chapter 882: Chapter 856: Only Mrs. Kiara Between Virtual and Reality
Chapter 882: Chapter 856: Only Mrs. Kiara Between Virtual and Reality
James told himself that as long as he completed the task, he would get the benefit!
But why did he feel uneasy? It was not until he saw Kiara that he realized the conscience he thought had long vanished was actually still there.
“Didn’t sleep last night, did you?” Kiara’s question seemed to address the insomnia noted in the questionnaire, but it also felt like an inquiry about the events of the previous day.
Her voice was very gentle, completely devoid of the tone of a doctor speaking. It was more like a conversation between friends.
“Yes, I didn’t sleep…” James snapped out of the shock of recognizing Kiara and fell into her suggestive tone. He anguishedly tugged at his hair as if trying to release the sorrow of his daughter’s sudden, disastrous fate.
“Insomnia can lead to poor mood and can also make your unease and anxiety worse.”
Kiara had already deduced from the questionnaire that this virtual patient’s symptom was anxiety.
Coincidentally, the man playing the patient was the father of the previous day’s victim. A man who had suffered a significant trauma was bound to experience anxiety.
The treatment Kiara gave him seemed to be for an evaluation, but every word she spoke struck deep into his heart.
James began to get emotional upon hearing what Kiara said.
He thought of his daughter, in the prime of her youth, afflicted by a sudden disaster.
He thought of his child’s tear-stained face.
His wife could only cry, but her tears made him, worried for his daughter, even more anxious. He didn’t dare enter the hospital room, afraid of seeing his helpless child and distraught wife.
To make a living, to support his family, he had done many wrong things, and now for money, he sat here ready to betray his benefactor. This made his anxiety even worse, leaving him speechless, only able to pull his hair, his whole being in extreme distress.
The judges, unaware of the underlying issue, thought this was just the virtual patient giving a compelling performance and praised him.
“We can give this extra a bit more for his performance; it’s quite convincing. I almost believed him.”
In the Treatment Room,
Kiara and James fell into a mystifying silence, while the man was on the edge of collapse, riddled with anxiety. Kiara also said nothing, and the atmosphere stiffened for a full minute.
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The audience Outside was baffled, while Mother Yuno, sitting among them, slapped her forehead.
“Isn’t that the man from yesterday?”
Mother Yuno recognized him; he was the father of the hostage Kiara had saved yesterday. Why was it him?
Isaac was nervous for Kiara, even clenching his fists, while Second Brother held his hand, realizing it was sweaty.
Why wasn’t Mrs. Kiara saying anything? Could it be that the all-capable Mrs. Kiara would falter here?
Kiara gave the man a full minute, then asked in an ethereal voice.
“You feel lost inside, don’t you? Unsure why things are this way?”
“I can’t accept it. Why, why treat her like this!”
“Would you like to talk about her?”
“She was a very kind girl, especially sensible and well-behaved. People say children from poor families mature early; she started working young to help out. Her mom’s health isn’t good and medicine costs a lot of money; it was our father-daughter duo earning to support the Home.”
“She sounds like a lovely girl.”
“I don’t understand why God would treat her this way!”
“What you need to think about now is not why, but what to do next.” Kiara’s words jolted the man from his reverie. He looked up at her, bewildered, as their gazes met.
With vacant eyes, he met the therapist’s composed gaze, and in that moment, James Manfield forgot that he was playing the role of a virtual patient, he even forgot where he was, and he certainly forgot all about the anxiety-ridden worries plaguing him at this moment.
The doctor’s confident eyes could rescue the patient, making a lost heart feel not so hopeless.
Then there was silence for over a minute.
Outside, the judges were flipping through the script in confusion. This performance, it wasn’t quite right, was it?
The character he was supposed to play was someone suffering from anxiety, unable to sleep through the night. The background given for this persona was witnessing his deeply loved younger brother’s car accident, which made him feel the impermanence of life, and out of fear of death and an unknown future, he developed feelings of anxiety.
But how did this extra turn out to be a sensible daughter?
The judges looked at each other, and one of them thought for a moment and drew a conclusion.
“Perhaps the script was mixed up. Although it’s different from the original character, the state of anxiety is still being portrayed. The assessment can still proceed.”
To outsiders viewing the glass room, it was just a virtual therapy session.
But aside from Mother Yuno, nobody knew that a redemption of the soul was underway.
“Would you blame yourself for her misfortune?” Kiara asked, calculating the man’s every response and reaction in her mind. The moments of blank silence were for letting the man’s emotions brew, pulling him into her battlefield.
As long as they were on her turf, every counselee had to follow her train of thought!
“It’s not my fault, it’s none of my business, it’s not my…” the man’s face turned pale as he denied, while Kiara hit on his deepest fears and what he dreaded most.
“The harsher the denial on the lips, the larger the void in the heart, right? Because of the sudden calamity, facing insurmountable difficulties, your subconscious is already blaming itself, but your consciousness is resisting, avoiding the issue. It’s everyone’s first reaction when encountering difficulties, but…”
Kiara paused slowly, and the man’s attention was involuntarily drawn to her. He wanted to know what Kiara would say next.
“Outside you might not be a good person, but to your family, you are a good father, a good husband. I understand you,” she said.
This struck a chord in the man, and a surprising scene unfolded.
The man covered his face, weeping in agony.
“I’m sorry for my child!”
It must have been all the bad things he had done; God had brought the retribution upon his child.
As the man wept, Kiara stood by quietly providing support.
The judges swiftly wrote down their scores. Kiara was relieving the virtual patient’s stress, and for this part, she had to receive full marks—additionally, they had to put an extra drumstick in the extra’s meal box for crying so convincingly, as if it were real.
When the man’s cries gradually became quieter, Kiara continued with the treatment.
“A father is a child’s sky. When she encounters misfortune, you should be there to protect her. If you can’t manage your emotions at this time, what will she do, who will protect her?”
Finally, the man stopped, looking at Kiara with a blank expression, and asked without much awareness, “What should I do, tell me what I should do…”
“Undergo the desensitization therapy I provide, get out of your state of anxiety as soon as possible. If you don’t cooperate with me, your anxiety could infect her, and possibly infect your entire family. Psychological issues are contagious, and then it would be even harder to treat her. Are you willing to work with me? Do you want that bright child to return to her rightful track in life?”
“I’m willing!” The man at this moment truly didn’t sense this was virtual; Kiara’s immersion made him think of reality.
Her professional demeanor and confident gaze made the man see her as a lifeline.
“Good. Next, I will assist you with systematic desensitization therapy. Please cooperate with me as we begin our treatment…”
