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Joyce, too, would not have been in pain for so many years due to her love for Stanley.
Shane sighed inwardly. The Rivers really should have left the Quinns to their own devices all those years ago.
Perhaps it would have been a good thing for the Quinns if they all died.
Stanley clenched both fists after Shane's speech, trying to repress his tremble. “Are you saying that I have no right
to hate them?”
“That's right. You have no right.” Shane met his gaze impassively. “I'm sure you know in your heart that you should
not hate and blame the Rivers, Stanley. You know that if they had not acted, the three of you wouldn't have lived.
Because your parents had been killed with the murderer not found, you have displaced your anger toward the
Rivers. You are simply incompetent for doing something like that.”
“How dare you?” Stanley jerked his head up to glare at Shane through bloodshot eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHow is it possible that I'm incompetent?
“Don't look at me like that. You know I'm right. You are incompetent to direct all of your anger toward the people
who saved you. This is how an incompetent person behaves. You directed the hatred for your enemies to the Rivers
because you know that you have failed to find the killers to avenge your parents. However, you were in desperate
need of an outlet for your hatred to remind yourself never to forget the grudge, so the Rivers ended up becoming
the scapegoat for your emotions.”
“Shut up! Shut your mouth!” Stanley yelled as he slammed a heavy fist down on Shane's desk, looking quite
deranged. “I'm not what you said I am!”
“You are exactly as I described. Why, then, didn't you kill the Rivers? I would have understood it if you weren't
capable of murder like you were a dozen years ago. But how about now? You had so many opportunities to kill
them with no one any the wiser but you never did so because you know in your heart that you don't hate them. You
also know that they weren't the ones to have harmed your parents and that they are your saviors. You are only
lying to yourself by refusing to admit it.”
Stanley's whole body shook uncontrollably.
No, Shane is wrong. It's not possible that I am lying to myself.
Suppressing the violent impulse to thrash everything in sight, he glared sullenly at Shane a little longer before
turning to leave.
“I can't believe he managed to restrain himself from doing something insane in his rage, Mr. Thompson,” Silas said
to Shane as he looked at Stanley's departing silhouette.
Stanley had been diagnosed with serious mental illness. Although he had attended therapy in the past, it was far
from being treated.
Besides, a mental condition as serious as his would not be cured within a month or two.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven patients suffering from a moderate affliction would require years. Stanley's case, in comparison, was an
extreme one.
Moreover, being a psychiatrist himself, Stanley would know how to hide his abnormal psyche to appear cured.
In fact, Stanley had pretended about everything.
That was the cause of Silas' worry that Stanley would lose his temper. It would be troublesome if Stanley dashed at
Shane with a knife again.
To his surprise, Stanley had managed to control his violent impulse and leave.
Shane sat upright. “Of course he won't lose his temper.”
“Why not?” Silas glanced at him curiously.
“Because what I said was the truth and only the truth,” Shane replied as he pursed his thin lips. “He knows that I
was right and he had no way of refuting it. That was why he did not lose his temper.”
Silas nodded as comprehension dawned on his face. “I see. I pity Ms. Rivers and her family for being hated by him
for no reason for so many years despite being his saviors.”
“That's what I meant by him being incompetent,” Shane said coldly. “He turned his own helplessness into hatred
toward the Rivers because he thought it might make himself feel better. That is foolishness to the extreme.”
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