Du Ruoxin felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. Facing Kornberg's speculation, she wore a dejected expression. "How could that be? He's my brother!"
This kind of joke wasn't funny at all.
It certainly shouldn't come from a professional psychologist.
Before bringing Cristiano to Kornberg, Du Ruoxin had already explained her relationship with her elder brother to her.
"Since you know, why are you still troubled?" Kornberg asked.
Du Ruoxin replied, "That's true, but—"
Kornberg prompted, "Hmm?"
Du Ruoxin remained silent.
How could she describe it? She feared that the more she explained, the worse it would get.
Kornberg chuckled softly. "Look at how nervous you are." She massaged Du Ruoxin's shoulders. "Relax, relax."
Du Ruoxin thought, *How can I not be nervous?*
This was no laughing matter; it was a genuine headache!
Two months ago, if she hadn't been pushed to her limit, she had hardened her heart and threatened to harm herself, which was the only way she managed to stop her brother from going any further.
Otherwise, who knew how chaotic their lives would have become?
Du Ruoxin said listlessly, "My head hurts a bit. What should I do?"
Just as Kornberg was about to speak, there was a knock on the door. "Knock, knock, knock—"
Kornberg called out, "Come in."
The assistant opened the door. "Doctor, Miss Du, Mr. Rothschild is here."
Du Ruoxin shivered, as if pricked by a needle. "Mm." She nudged the doctor. "You should go quickly. We'll talk later."
Kornberg entered her office.
As soon as she walked in, she saw the man already lying on the hypnosis chair, waiting quite willingly to be "treated."
*Alas.* The doctor sighed inwardly.
Hearing footsteps, Cristiano reached into his pocket, took out a gift box, and handed it over.
Kornberg accepted it without pretense and slipped it into her pocket.
Cristiano seemed to be in a good mood, even having the energy to discuss topics other than Du Ruoxin. "Don't you want to see?"
Kornberg detected the man's cheerful tone and replied, "Whatever Mr. Rothschild gives is surely valuable."
When had it ever been cheap?
Yes, that was right. From the first time Du Ruoxin brought Cristiano to see her, Cristiano had successfully bought her over with his wealth.
She still remembered the first time she provided him with psychological counseling. Cristiano had been direct from the start:
"I'm not sick."
"But she insisted I see a psychologist, so I can be sick too."
These two sentences had left Kornberg quite bewildered—what kind of script was this, of love and hate?
He was too doting!
If she hadn't known that Cristiano and Du Ruoxin were siblings, she would have advised Du Ruoxin to quickly accept this love.
A man as rich, handsome, perfect, and considerate as Rothschild shouldn't torment each other.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to be together wholeheartedly, have children, and live a shameless life?
"You seem to be in a good mood?" Kornberg asked. "Did something happy happen?"
Cristiano nodded. "Yes."
Was Rong Jingyang falling into the trap he had set in India, losing hundreds of millions, considered good news?
He would continue to lose money in the future.
But Cristiano didn't want to talk about it. He collected his thoughts and said, "Can you prescribe some medicine for me later?"
Kornberg asked, "...What kind of medicine?"
Cristiano replied, "Anything."
Kornberg thought, *How casual!*
Wasn't he afraid of developing some kind of illness?
Cristiano's deep blue eyes narrowed slightly. "Medicine that will make her feel heartache."
Kornberg thought, *There isn't any!*
However, the patron clearly wouldn't like to hear that. She changed her approach and replied with a perfect, standard smile, "Sir, please cooperate with me for a psychological test."
Cristiano looked at her with a puzzled gaze. "Hmm?"
Why?
Couldn't she just make up a reason and prescribe some medicine?
Kornberg took a deep breath and responded with the most perfect, standard smile. "I am a professional doctor. I need to understand the patient's specific situation. Otherwise, I won't know anything, and how can I cooperate with you in deceiving Miss Du?"
Cristiano thought about it and found it reasonable. He sat up properly. "Let's begin."
Kornberg said, "No rush."
She got up, turned on the record player in the office, and played lyrical, joyful music.
As the piano melody began, soothing elements permeated the entire room.
Kornberg also deliberately lit an aromatherapy candle and adjusted the lighting to a brightness that made people let down their guard, evoking romantic feelings.
After the prelude, Kornberg softly said, "Sir, your treatment has had no effect at all, and Miss Du is already doubting my abilities."
Cristiano lay flat, his eyes closed. "So, wasn't I asking you to prescribe medicine for me?"
Kornberg thought, *So that's what he meant?*
This man's mind was terrifyingly deep!
Perhaps—
It wouldn't be long before Du Ruoxin abandoned worldly conventions and fell into his embrace.