CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: YOU THINK YOU CAN COMPETE WITH ME?

Realizing this, Sabrina’s face suddenly turned extremely pale.

Previously, she hadn’t seen it, so she didn’t think deeply about how far the two had developed.

But at present, the man is drunk, mistaking people and saying things that provoke imagination... If he weren’t very familiar, how could he be like this?

Sabrina’s face turned white, and she couldn’t stop trembling all over.

Jordan Hawthorne hadn’t noticed at all, and he took a few more steps forward, attempting to pull her into his arms.

Sabrina felt a strong sense of repulsion rising within her.

"Jordan, open your eyes wide and see clearly, I am not Brooke!"

After saying this, she raised her hand and forcefully pushed him out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Sabrina didn’t know what time Jordan left that night.

She only knew that when she showered, she kept scrubbing the places Jordan had touched.

The thought that his hands might have touched other women made her feel filthy!

She barely slept that night.

She woke up early the next morning, in a bad mental state.

She forced herself to get up and accompany Zara to breakfast, only to unexpectedly encounter Jordan in the restaurant.

The man had obviously sobered up and returned to his usual meticulous state.

His sitting posture was upright; his dining etiquette was slow and orderly, every movement emanated elegance and dignity, betraying nothing of his drunken self from the prior night.

His expression remained indifferent and detached when he saw Sabrina.

As if he had forgotten the events of the last night!

Sabrina saw this and didn’t care.

She didn’t wish to recollect the events of the night before either.

After seating Zara, she focused on taking care of her while she ate.

Perhaps it was because Zara hadn’t seen Jordan for a few days, so her mood was a bit elated this morning.

Once breakfast ended, Zara quietly slipped into Jordan’s study while Sabrina was not paying attention.

Jordan came to pick up some documents as he prepared to head to the company, and upon seeing little Zara tagging along, he asked flatly, "Is there something you need?"

Little Zara nodded her head, lifting the pink fox in her arms with a childish voice, "This is Zara’s friend... wants to introduce them to daddy."

Jordan was momentarily stunned, and before he could say anything, Zara lifted the succulent plant in her other hand, saying, "This is also a good friend... And Little Butterfly, Flower, Grass... They all like Zara~"

Hearing this, Jordan’s brow furrowed instantly.

He frowned and immediately went to question Sabrina, "Has Dr. Jennings not come for Zara’s therapy lately? Do you know how she’s doing now? She can’t even distinguish between inanimate and living things, what kind of child-rearing is this?"

Sabrina was suddenly subjected to this reprimand and frowned in response, "Is there a problem? She’s been doing well lately, has become more communicative, and her emotions are richer, her autism is improving!"

"You call that improvement?"

Jordan’s face was full of anger, his tone brimming with dissatisfaction with Sabrina.

He seemed to find it pointless to argue with her, so he directly took out his cell phone and dialed Lena Jennings.

It was answered swiftly.

Without preamble, Jordan said, "Dr. Jennings, I’ve hired you at a high price to treat Zara, is this how you neglect her condition?"

Lena Jennings hesitated slightly but soon replied, "President Hawthorne, have you misunderstood something? I’ve always been diligent in treating Zara and never neglected her! However, there have been indeed two missed sessions lately, but it’s not my fault, it’s because your wife won’t let me go!"

Jordan’s face suddenly darkened, and he responded, "Please, Dr. Jennings, come over right now."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, his gaze like arrows coldly shot toward Sabrina, "Why won’t you let Dr. Jennings treat Zara? Are you questioning my decision? At this rate, Zara’s condition will only worsen."

Sabrina found this extremely laughable.

He usually showed little interest in Zara, but now he’s suddenly taking an interest, criticizing her without understanding the situation.

Sabrina felt a surge of anger in her chest and retorted, "I don’t need an unprofessional doctor treating Zara; she hasn’t had the positive guiding effect a psychologist should have at all! Her actions are even against normal psychological treatment principles!"

But Jordan simply didn’t take her words seriously.

"Sabrina, I know you’re a doctor, but even so, you’re not an authority in psychology; Dr. Jennings is! I advise you not to meddle too much, or you’ll only harm Zara!"

During their argument, Zara happened to come down with her little plant and fox.

Jordan took a deep breath, knelt down, and instructed his daughter, "Zara, you must listen to Auntie Jennings and let her treat you so you can get better. Don’t play with these things anymore, do you hear?"

His last words carried an undeniable command.

Zara visibly resisted.

She didn’t like that mean lady.

But she also wanted to be a good, obedient baby...

For a moment, the little one was caught in a dilemma.

Sabrina watching this felt incredibly heartbroken, immediately taking Zara away from Jordan’s pressure.

Jordan’s gaze was cold, warning, "Sabrina, you better not joke around with Zara’s safety, or you’ll have regrets in the future!"

With that, he didn’t linger and soon left the house.

Later, Lena Jennings arrived as promised.

Once inside, she glanced around.

Seeing Jordan wasn’t there, she immediately launched into sarcasm, "Ha, intentionally missing treatment, not letting me see, and now has to call me back? Did you get scolded by President Hawthorne again? Sabrina Hayes, do you really think you can compete with me?"

Sabrina looked at her smug face, not accommodating at all, "How does it matter if an unprofessional person like you is called back? I still won’t let you touch Zara one bit!

If you insist on treating, show the treatment records and medication records. I’ll have a professional institution assess the correctness of the treatment plan, but I’m afraid you won’t dare!"

Lena Jennings’s face briefly changed at those words.

But then she quickly regained composure, coldly replying, "Why should I give you the treatment records? I was hired by President Hawthorne; if anyone looks, it would only be him. You’re not my client; you don’t have the right."

Sabrina looked at her with an expression reserved for idiots, "I am the child’s mother; if I don’t have the right, who does? Do you lack even this common sense as a psychologist?

I’m telling you, I not only have the right to see, but I can also have you evaluated to see if you as a psychologist have issues!

If you do, I can even call the police and report you for harming my daughter! Just try me if you don’t believe it!"

Her gaze was sharp, filled with an oppressive aura when she said this.

Lena Jennings was directly stunned, her heart raced.

A devil’s encounter!

How did this woman become so strong in presence in only a few days?

She used to be timid, yet her aura now instilled fear.

Lena Jennings braved herself and asked, "So, you’re not letting me treat again, are you?"

Sabrina didn’t bother with many words, "Either show the plan or get out!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll see how you’ll explain to President Hawthorne then!"

Lena Jennings was furious, and after throwing her words, she turned and left.