My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 467

Ian immediately came to my mind.

At that, I entered the Twitter trending page to find Troy's song 'I Want to Be Your Boyfriend' up on the list, along with a clip of Troy and Amy gazing into each other's eyes.

The young man fixed his gentle gaze on Amy the entire time he was singing.

He was a gentle young man, and the brilliance in his gaze was one that people our age, people like Ian, lacked.

I was certain Amy was in seventh heaven, for one couldn't help feeling electrified when he sang the song. What was more was that his good looks would make even Adonis jealous.

The trending article would reach Ian.

Amy's time left in Bryxton was numbered.

But Ian… When the way he looked as he called me 'Ree' and asked for my aid came to my mind, my heart pained for him. Deep down, I wanted him to get his way.

With that, I returned to May’s text message. 'That's Amy's brother, Ian. I just saw the trending article of Amy fulfilling every fangirl's dream. She made a bold move.'

'I just saw it too. Honestly, I think this young man is a better match for Amy. The guy who came to the teahouse the past couple of days is too grim. He’s not a good match for a young girl like Amy.'

A chuckle escaped me. 'She's just idolizing a celebrity. What is this cupid comment you're making?!'

'The girl has been asking me to introduce a guy to her lately, but I don't have anyone suitable. Then, all of a sudden, she announced she was a fangirl. She's the matriarch of the King Family, so it's obvious she has found herself a suitor and is approaching him step by step.'

May's thoughts were just as much as mine.

'Yeah. You go back to looking after Alfred now.'

After that, I texted Francesca, asking her to look after my twins when she returned home a few days later.

'How are you doing?' she asked with worry.

Nothing was wrong with me just yet, so I comforted her. 'I'm good. Don't worry about it.'

Then, my grandfather came to my mind, and I thought I should visit him when I have the time. He was quite a sad man for having lived alone for so many years.

At that, I put my phone down and lay back down.

Alas, another sleepless night, and to make things worse, my mood was all over the place.

The following day, I made another trip to the hospital to take my IV drip. It was noon by the time I was done, and just as I was about to leave, I found Ezekiel sitting in a wheelchair in the garden downstairs. He was overlooking the sky at the horizon plainly, seemingly deep in his own world, and it made him look forlorn.

I always thought he was lonely, the kind of loneliness that came from deep within him.

After a moment of hesitation, I went up behind him. "Are you doing better, Mr. Hastings? There's something I'd like to consult you about, if you don't mind."

Startled, Ezekiel turned his head to me. "Ms. Felix."

Never once did he refer to me as anything other than Ms. Felix.

"Edward told me you're an impressive psychiatrist. He refused to take a look at my condition, and I'd forgotten to seek other doctors. But since you're here, I thought I could ask you about it. I've been feeling nauseous and would vomit from time to time. All in all, I'm doing very poorly. The doctor said it's because I've been putting too much pressure on myself. Is that right?"

"Are you upset, Ms. Felix?" Ezekiel asked.

"Yes. Shawn has been giving me the silent treatment lately."

He hadn't contacted me in the past few days. It was as though he had forgotten I was his wife.

"Can he bear to give you the silent treatment?"

Um… That wasn't exactly my point.

"I have pissed him off."

Ezekiel understood at once. "I'm the cause of it. Sorry. I've put you in a difficult situation. Shawn just cares too much about you."

I never thought he would speak up for Shawn.

"So, my mental health…" I asked.

He asked me a few professional questions, which I answered so that he could make his diagnosis. "Your nausea and vomiting are due to depression. You're okay if it only lasts for a short time, but if this drags on, your mental health will be jeopardized. So, I suggest that you stay positive, but that's too vague. All in all, I'm the cause. I promise you I will never come to you again."

"You're not at fault…" I said at once.

Ezekiel was being too cautious and lowly.

I froze for a second. Why would 'lowly' come to mind?

"Sorry for putting you in a tough spot, Ms. Felix."

Ezekiel's gaze was as silent as still water, but I thought it was as profound as the ocean, which buried unfathomable pain and infinite loneliness.

"Ezekiel, you're in no wrong."

No one was at fault. Not him, not me, and naturally, not Shawn.

Our mindsets weren't the problem either.

The problem lay in the three of us entangled together, and it wasn't something anyone wanted to see.

"Not everything is black and white, Ms. Felix."

I pursed my lips and said, "You're empathetic."

"I'm a psychiatrist. It's part of the job." He never hid that fact from me, always telling me frankly he could analyze my deepest thoughts.

I turned to walk away when he called out to me. "Ms. Felix."

I looked over my shoulder and could only see the back of his head.