DEAR
The married couple, Genevieve Hwang and Vincent William relocated to a vibrant neighborhood in Melbourne, hoping for a fresh start. Despite the friendly community, Genevieve's persistent hallucinations continued to haunt her. Professional help...
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UNKNOWING DECISION
Vincent sat at his office desk, staring at his laptop screen as he sifted through emails.
He sighed heavily, his mind consumed by a myriad of concerns, from work-related matters to Genevieve's recent decision to quit therapy.
He couldn't shake off the disbelief that she had made such a significant decision without confiding in him first.
However, he found solace in the fact that Doctor Zara had informed him promptly. Otherwise, he might have been blindsided by Genevieve's actions.
Still, he couldn't deny feeling a pang of disappointment at the breach of trust.
Vincent wished he could have discussed the matter with Genevieve for longer over the phone.
Yet, he refrained from doing so, knowing that she was already burdened with fatigue and mental health issues.
At times, he longed for her to understand his perspective.
Everything he did, he did out of love and concern for her well-being. He wanted nothing more than for her to recover fully.
That's why he had suggested she quit her job as a primary school teacher and entrusted him with managing their finances, allowing her to focus on her health.
Vincent harbored hope that the medications she was prescribed would aid in her recovery.
However, he couldn't ignore Genevieve's reluctance to take them, knowing it increased the risk of a relapse, a possibility he dreaded.
Leaning back in his chair, Vincent let out a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair in a gesture of frustration and weariness.
The weight of his worries seemed to press down on him, but he remained determined to support Genevieve through her struggles, no matter what.
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the office, prompting Vincent to gesture for the person to enter.
"Boss, I think I've found someone you've been looking for," Eric announced, stepping into the room with a handful of documents. He closed the door behind him, and the two men gathered around Vincent's desk. "This is all the information I could gather. Sang Min-Jeong, also known as Lady Susan, is 75 years old and resided in Busan."
Vincent's gaze fell upon the image of Lady Susan printed on the front page of the newspaper.
The black and white photograph depicted her in 1996, handcuffed with her head bowed as police officers surrounded her, with a crowd of people rioting around her dwelling.
"Lady Susan is purported to possess legitimate psychic abilities, allowing individuals to communicate with their deceased loved ones while probing their memories of the deceased," Eric elaborated. "She has only one criminal record, suspected of murder in 1996, but was acquitted in 2003."
"Is she still active?" Vincent inquired, raising his head to meet Eric's eyes, his expression serious.
Eric took a deep breath. "I couldn't confirm that. It's best if you meet her in person to find out." He handed over the documents and information to Vincent. "I've provided you with everything, including her address. You'll need this."
Vincent accepted the documents from Eric, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "Are you sure this is wise?"
Eric offered him a hopeful glance. "Think about your wife, Vincent. If you want her to heal, this might be the path to take, despite the risks."
"You're right, Eric," Vincent acknowledged, though his hesitation was evident. His thoughts felt muddled, swirling with uncertainty. "Should I try calling her before I go?"
"Of course. I can assist you if you'd like," Eric offered, prompting a sense of relief in Vincent.
It was midday, and Vincent found himself in his office, standing beside Eric as they attempted to reach Lady Susan by phone.
They dialed numerous numbers, cross-referencing them with the directory Vincent had obtained from Seoul.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Eric finally set down the phone, weariness evident on his face.
"It seems she's changed her number," Eric informed him.
"Do you think she's using aliases to evade detection?" Vincent speculated, crossing his arms over his chest.
"It's possible, but I'm hoping her address is still accurate," Eric replied.
Vincent sighed, acknowledging the uncertainty of the situation. "All right. I suppose that's all for now. Thank you for your assistance, Eric," he said, giving Eric a reassuring pat on the back.
Eric nodded. "Anytime, Boss. Let me know if you need anything else."
"I will," Vincent assured him.
"I'll be at my desk," Eric stated before exiting the office.
Vincent rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the tension in his muscles. Returning to his desk, he sifted through the newspaper and documents left behind by Eric.
As he perused a list of Lady Susan's clientele from 1980 to 1996, one name caught his attention.
His breath caught in his throat as he read the entry from 1988, with a client listed as Genevieve Hwang.
"Evie," he whispered, his mind racing with questions and possibilities.
