The Cherished Wife

"Janet!" Clarisse hurried after her, but seeing Janet retreating into her own little world, Clarisse did not dare to get too close.

Instead, she discreetly took a photo of Janet's current state and sent it to Milo, who was far away in Capiton.

After finally calming Janet down, Clarisse felt a slight sense of relief. Once Janet was settled, she called Milo. "You'll need to send over some more medication."

Milo had just landed when he saw the photo of Janet in her manic state, which caused him to sigh in frustration. "I'll have my secretary send the medicine, but make sure you administer it to Janet discreetly."

"Alright," Clarisse agreed, realizing it was the only option left. She had no other means of handling Janet's volatile behavior. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."

"Clarisse," Milo called out, his tone weary. "You've always taken care of Janet, practically raising her yourself. Please continue to look after her. She's not inherently bad; she's just overly obsessed with Charlie." "Yes, I understand. Don't worry," Clarisse replied before hanging up. She glanced at the now peacefully sleeping Janet and could not help but shake her head in resignation.

...

"What's this?"

a small white pill bottle,

mother this morning," Ronald replied, standing at attention. "I had it analyzed

Charles. "Due to limited time, Mr. Smith only conducted a preliminary analysis,

Hoffmans, Janet had an episode yesterday and threw away her previous medication. This is the latest

replaced the pills with simple vitamins. Should I swap them for something else that might not be

smirked, raising an eyebrow at

playful yet chilling. It sent a shiver down Ronald's spine. "Mr.

between his fingers as his eyes glinted with

trash can and added,