Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

When Dolores arrived at the hospital, Sampson was sitting in the corridor outside the patients’ rooms with his hands on his knees. He leaned forward slightly, deep in his thoughts. He didn’t even notice when Dolores walked up to him.

“What are you thinking about?”

Sampson raised his head and struggled to hold back his concern when he finally noticed Dolores. He looked towards the patients’ rooms. “Your mother is suffering from a severe anxiety attack and is hallucinating.”

Dolores had mentally prepared herself for the worst. “Thank you for taking care of her. Please go get some rest. I’ll look after her.”

Sampson glanced at her abdomen. “You also need to rest.”

“Please don’t worry about me, I’ll take good care of myself.” Dolores smiled calmly at him.

Sampson was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Sampson stood up to leave. Dolores watched as Sampson walked away and chewed her lip. Although she’d known him for a rather long time, she knew little about his family. In that way, she felt like she knew nothing about him at all. He had to be worried about something big to be so deep in his thoughts.

At that moment, Sampson stopped, turned, and looked at Dolores. “I heard something from those women. Someone paid them to say those things and to splash paint on your door.”

Dolores nodded. “Thank you for telling me. And, Sampson, you can always talk to me if something is troubling you.” Dolores looked at him.

Sampson smiled, “I’m fine.”

Dolores didn’t pester him. She knew firsthand that everyone had something they didn’t want to share with others.

She didn’t go into her mother’s room immediately after Sampson left. She wondered who would want to pay the neighbors to do such things? Annabelle? Beulah? They didn’t know she was pregnant. So—

Crash!

something smashing on the ground echoed from Jessica’s room. Dolores jumped and quickly and pushed the door open and saw the broken glass at Jessica’s

to pick up the glass shards while speaking to her mom. “Mom, do you want a drink? Go sit down and

finish, Jessica grabbed her wrist and looked like she

looked up at her mother.

grabbed Dolores’ wrist with

the baby was born without a father? What would others think of them if

“Mom…”

soul had left her body.

back in a daze, “Jeremy is gone,

her?’ Dolores called for the doctor but Jessica fought the doctor and threatened to hurt herself. As a

the patient is suffering from a mental illness,” the doctor explained after checking Jessica’s

the cupboard behind her. “How did it become so

has happened. She

been suffering from overwhelming stress the whole time. She’d suffered from postpartum depression after her brother was born and the depression worsened after Jeremy’s death. Dolores’ pregnancy was also emotionally stressful for her and must have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. That was Jessica’s limit of her emotional tolerance. The additional stress

treatment?” Dolores was incoherent

treat a mental illness. You know Dr. Herbert, don’t you? He’s a psychiatrist. He should be able to help the

wondered if he knew something but didn’t want

your mother to a psychiatric

Dolores nodded in agreement.

and looked at the self-inflicted scratches on Jessica’s face. Her heart

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cause harm to herself and others, only the next of kin could visit her, and then only during regulated visiting hours. It was as if part of the treatment was to isolate

up some of Jessica’s and her belongings and terminated the lease. Because she had

Dolores felt

situation. As she was fully lost in her thoughts, the car stopped at the villa. She paid the driver and got out of the car with her bags. She stood for a moment outside the villa and hadn’t expected

to the villa, a car drove up and she

out of the car and saw Dolores standing on one side of