CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 109; HE’S NOT MINE..

"He’s not mine," she said, voice like glass cracking. "He was never mine. How could I have given birth to such kind of a kid? He is just like his father, cold-blooded!" Recalling that she had called him when she was kidnapped and didn’t do anything, saying it was a game she was playing, her heart had totally turned cold.

If that masked man hadn’t rescued her from that brothel, where could she be at the moment? How many men could she have slept with? How many clients could have been served by now? Could she still be alive?

She felt goosebumps crawling all over her body and immediately retched, vomiting all the porridge she had drunk into a bucket that was close by feeling nauseous and disgusted.

You could suddenly see a change in her skin and body motions.

The two maids scrambled to steady the bucket and wipe her mouth, panic flashing in their eyes as Yueyao trembled, pale and drenched in cold sweat. One of them grabbed a towel, the other held a glass of water, but neither dared speak.

Dr. Lin reached out calmly, his voice unwavering. "It’s okay. Let it out."

Yueyao coughed harshly, her chest rising and falling with shallow, ragged breaths. Her hand clutched the edge of the bed like she was drowning, the memory pulling her under.

"I want to rest...." With the maid’s assistance, she lay back down, closing her eyes.

Dr. Lin stood up slowly, his brows furrowing in quiet concern as he observed her, the tremors still rippling faintly through her limbs.

Her reaction was no longer just emotional, it was physiological. The body remembers what the mind tries to bury.

He turned slightly toward the maids, voice low but firm. "Monitor her closely tonight. No more questioning. No more triggering words. Just let her rest."

"Yes, Doctor," they whispered in unison, their hands still trembling as they tucked the blanket around her fragile form.

Yueyao lay with her eyes closed, her breaths coming slower now, but uneven, like someone running from nightmares even in sleep. Her fingers clung to the blanket as if it were a lifeline.

Dr. Lin stepped toward the open sitting area, where Shen Xiao was pacing back and forth anxiously, hands in his pockets, and gaze locked on the scene before him. He had moved out of the study room feeling impatient.

He looked like a man carved from stone, expression unreadable, jaw clenched so tightly the vein at his temple pulsed.

"She’s not faking any of this," Dr. Lin said softly, stopping beside him. "Whatever happened to her, it’s not just trauma, it’s deep, layered, and untreated. We can assist her, but her mind is closed off already. This environment is already not doing any justice for her....".

Shen Xiao didn’t respond immediately. His mind imagined Yueyao’s shivering form, her skin pale against the deep tones of the bedding, her lips still slightly parted as if afraid to breathe.

"She hates him right?" He still couldn’t understand what could have contributed to this!

"Yes, their relationship, may never be the same again, the trauma is connected to him and you, so you need to think through. And then, did she ever have a miscarriage or give birth to another child apart from Shen Xuan? Or perhaps before you married her?"

"No! I don’t remember any sort of that!" Shen Xiao was certain that he was her first man, and they had Shen Xuan. About the miscarriage, he hadn’t seen any medical reports. Could this have happened?

Dr. Lin turned to face Shen Xiao fully now, his arms folding slowly across his chest. His voice remained calm, but it carried a sharper edge, more clinical.

"Then I suggest you start questioning what you think you know," he said. "Because her mind is clinging to memories too vivid to be imagined. This kind of psychogenic trauma doesn’t spring from nowhere. It always, always, has a root. And right now, she is split between two realities: the one she’s been forced to accept... and the one her body refuses to forget."

Shen Xiao looked down, his jaw still locked. "She wasn’t like this before. She was stubborn, proud, sometimes childish, but... never broken. Never like this."

Dr. Lin gave a slow nod. "Then something broke her. And it didn’t just happen overnight. It could’ve been hidden under years of pain, negligence... or a loss so painful it was easier to erase it than face it."

He took a step forward, lowering his voice to a more personal tone.

"I need access to every medical file she’s ever had. I want her records from before she married you. Private checkups, gynecological visits, anything. Even reports from her hometown hospital, if possible. Something is missing in this picture."

Shen Xiao exhaled through his nose, "I don’t know much about her family, because her mother was deemed mentally unstable and died, and her father is dead too, their company had to be sold off to pay debts, more than that, I don’t think I know... I wasn’t around when all this happened, I was on a business trip, maybe the loss of her parents could be the cause of all these!"

Dr. Lin paused at the mention of her family, his brows furrowing.

"Then I’ll need to start from there. Her past isn’t just tragic, it’s fractured. A mentally unstable mother, a father who died suddenly, and no stable familial support? That’s not just grief, that’s a breeding ground for complex PTSD. Especially for a young girl who never had a chance to process it."

Shen Xiao looked away, jaw clenched. "I thought she’d moved on. She never talked about it."

"Silence isn’t healing," Dr. Lin replied gently. "It’s suppression. And suppression always finds a way to leak through. Nightmares, breakdowns, even identity splits."

A long pause settled between them.

The sky outside had darkened, and a wind stirred the gauze curtains. Somewhere down the corridor, a maid’s voice murmured...