Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen
Constantine Demiris on the phone, "Good morning, Catherine. How are you feeling today?"
"Very well, thank you, Cos."
"Are you feeling better?"
"Better."
"That's good. I'm glad to hear that. I'm going to send a decent delegation of managers to London to see what you're doing there, and if you'll take care of it and take care of them, I'll Thank you so much."
"I'd love to. When will they be here?"
"tomorrow morning."
"I'll do my best."
"I know you can be relied on. Thank you, Catherine."
"No thanks."
"Good-bye, Catherine."
The phone is disconnected.
It's finally over.Constantin Demiris sat back in his chair and thought to himself.Just get rid of Catherine Alexander, and things won't hang around like this forever.Now he could devote all his energies to the Lamboroughs.
"We're having a party tonight with some executives from the company. I want you to host them as a hostess." It's been a long time since she made an appearance as his housewife.Marina felt encouraged and excited.Perhaps this will change the starting point of my relationship with Demiris.
The dinner that night did not cause any changes. Three male guests came and left after eating.It was a puzzling dinner. At dinner, Marina was introduced sloppily to the men, and while her husband was busy trying to win over his men, she just sat aside.She had almost forgotten how charismatic Coster was.He told amusing stories to his guests, and paid them many exaggerated compliments, which they were delighted to hear.The appearance of the guests showed that they knew in their hearts that they were dealing with a great person.Marina never got a chance to speak.Coster interrupted her every time she started to say something, and she finally sat by in silence. Why does he need me here?Marina felt strange. After the dinner party, the guests began to stand together and say goodbye.Demiris said to them: "You will fly to London early tomorrow morning. I am sure you will take care of everything that needs to be done." They are gone.
The delegation arrived in London the next morning.There are three of them, each of a different nationality. The American, Jerry Harry, was a tall, muscular man with a kindly face and dark blue-gray eyes.He had hands as large as Catherine had ever seen.She was almost petrified after seeing it.The hands seemed to have a life of their own, constantly moving, sometimes twisting, sometimes turning, as if eager to do something. The Frenchman, Yves Renard, was in stark contrast to the American.He was short and strong, his features seemed to be huddled, and a pair of cold, searching eyes seemed to be able to see through Catherine's heart.He's clearly a bit of a loner and a bit self-repressed.Be careful, that was the first word that came to Catherine's mind.But what to watch out for?She couldn't figure it out herself. The third person in the delegation was Dino Matus.He is a friendly and charming Italian, with a charming charm that exudes from every pore. "Mr. Demiris thinks highly of you," said Matus. "you flatter me." "He said you'd take care of us while we were in London. Look, I've brought you a little gift." He handed Catherine a package of small gifts labeled Hermes, the Greek god of commerce. Inside were A beautiful silk scarf. "Thank you," said Catherine. "You've been very thoughtful," she said to the other two. "Let me take you to the office." Behind them there was a loud crash of something falling to the ground.They all turned around to see a boy standing there, staring despondently at the fallen package, holding three suitcases at the same time.He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, maybe under that age.He has a mane of brown hair and bright blue eyes, and looks very fragile. "For Christ's sake," Leonard said hastily, "please be careful with these things." "I'm sorry," the boy said nervously, "forgive me. Where should I put these suitcases?" Leonard said impatiently: "Just put it wherever you want, we will get it later." Catherine looked at the boy curiously.Evelyn explained, “He quit his job as an office boy in Athens, and we needed another office boy here.” "What's your name?" Catherine asked. "My name is Atanas Stavic, madam." He was on the verge of tears. "Well, Atanas, there's a room at the back where you can put your suitcases. I'll keep an eye on them." The boy said gratefully, "Thank you, ma'am." Catherine turned around and said to these men, "Mr. Demiris said that you would like to see our work here, and I will try my best to help you. If you need anything, I will arrange it for you. Now, if If gentlemen would like to come with me, I would like to introduce you to Wim and some other staff." Catherine paused to make introductions as they walked down the office corridor, and by this time they had reached Wim's office. "Wim, this is the representative country sent by Mr. Demiris. This is Yves Reynolds, Dino Matus and Gabriel Harry. They have just arrived here from Greece." Wim shot them a fat look. "Greece has only 7.63 million people." Members of these delegations exchanged winks, feeling baffled. Catherine smiled to herself.Their reaction was exactly the same as her reaction when she first met Wim. "I've got your offices ready," Catherine said to the guests. "Will you come with me?" As they stepped out of the corridor, Jare Harry asked: "Who the hell is that? Some say he's important here." "He's great." Catherta said in a steady tone, "Wim is in charge of the flow of funds in various departments." "I don't want to know my cat's whereabouts better than him," said Harry humbly. "When you get to know him better..." "I don't need to know any further about him," murmured the Frenchman. "I've got a hotel for you," Catherine told them all. "I know you don't like sharing a hotel." "Indeed it is," Matus replied. Catherine was about to comment on this, but decided not to.Why they chose different hotel accommodations was none of her business.
He looked at Catherine, thinking.She was much more beautiful than I had expected, which made things all the more exciting.She has suffered, I can see it in her eyes.But I will show her how bad pain can be, and I will have fun with her.When I have had enough of playing with her, I will send her to a place where there will be no more pain.She will go to meet her God.I like this, I like this so much.
Catherine took the guests to their individual offices until they were settled.Then she went back to her office.That's when she heard the Frenchman yelling at the little boy in the hallway. "The case is wrong, fool, mine is tan, tan! Can you understand English?" "Yes, sir, I'm terribly sorry." There was panic in his voice. I have to step in and take care of this.Catherine thought.
Evelyn told her, "If you need any help tending to this group of guests, I'm here." "Thank you, Evelyn, I will let you know when the time comes." A few minutes later, when Atanas Stavic walked by the door of her office, she stopped him, "Come in for a while, please?" The boy looked at her with a frightened expression. "Yes, ma'am." He came in, looking as if he was about to be whipped. "Please close the door." "Yes, ma'am." "Sit down somewhere, Atanas, your name is Atanas, isn't it?" "Yes, ma'am." She tried to make him relax, but she didn't succeed. "There's nothing to be afraid of." "Yes, ma'am." Catherine sat looking at him, wondering what had happened to him that made him so frightened.She decided to give it a try, trying to learn more about his past. "Athanas, if anyone here troubles you, or if anyone treats you badly, I want you to tell me, understand?" He swallowed and said, "Yes, ma'am." But she wondered if he was brave enough to come to her and seek her.Someone must have broken his spirit somewhere. "We can talk later," Catherine said.
Everyone in the delegation had resumes that indicated that they had worked in different departments of Constantine Demiris's sprawling enterprise, so they should have had a good understanding of the company's internals.But to Catherine's bewilderment, the genial Italian, Dino Matus, was firing at her with questions that he should have known all too well.Moreover, she found that he did not seem to have any interest in learning about working conditions in London.In fact, he seemed to be more interested in not the business of the company, but the life of Catherine herself. "Are you married?" Matus asked. "No." "But were you ever married?" "yes." "Divorced?" She would not talk any further, saying, "I am a widow." Matus grinned at her and said, "I bet you have a friend. You know what I mean." "I know what you mean," said Catherine stubbornly.I thought, this has nothing to do with you. "So are you married?" "Hey, I have a wife and four lovely kids. They miss me when I'm out and about." "Do you travel often, Mr. Matus?" He seemed a little unhappy after hearing that. "Dino, call me Mr. Dino. Mr. Matus is my father. Of course, I travel a lot." He smiled at Catherine with ulterior motives, and then said in a low voice: "But sometimes travel can bring some Unexpected joy. Do you know what I mean?" And Catherine returned his smile, "I don't know."
At twelve-fifteen that afternoon, Catherine left the office to fulfill her outpatient appointment with Dr. Hamilton.To her surprise, she found herself looking forward to the date.She clearly remembered how uncomfortable she was when she went to see him last time, but this time.She walked into his office with a sense of engagement.The receptionist has gone to lunch.The door of the doctor's office was open, and Alan Hamilton was waiting for her. "Come in, please." He beckoned her. Catherine stepped into the office, and he pointed to a chair. "Hey, how's your week going?" How can there be anything good about this?Not at all, she couldn't get over the effects of Kirk Reynolds' death in her mind. "Having a good time - I've been busy." "That's very helpful. How long have you been working for Constantine Demiris?" "Four months." "do you like your job?" "It can distract me... from thinking about things. I owe a lot to Mr. Demiris. I can't tell you how much he has done for me." Catherine smiled sadly. "But I thought I'd tell you? Wouldn't I?" Alan Hamilton shook his head and said, "You only tell me what you want to tell me." There was a silence.Finally she broke the silence by saying, "My husband used to work for Mr. Demiris. He was a pilot and I... I had an accident on a boat ride and I lost my memory. When I recovered Mr. Demiris offered me the job for a million years." I have omitted to mention the pain and terror.Do I feel ashamed to tell him that my husband tried to murder me?Is it because I'm afraid he'll think I'm not worthy of him? "It's not easy for any of us to talk about our past." Catherine looked at him and was silent. "You just said that you lost your memory?" "That's right." "Have you had an accident on a boat?" "That's right." Catherine's mouth was tightly shut, as if she had made up her mind to tell him as little as possible.Her heart was torn by a terrible conflict.She wanted to tell him everything, hoping to get his help.She thought about not telling him anything and letting things take their course. Alan Hamilton watched her carefully. "Have you ever been divorced?" Yes, divorced by the firing squad. "He is... my husband is dead." "Miss Alexander," he said hesitantly, "would you mind if I called you Catherine?" "Won't mind." "Call me Ellen, Catherine. What are you afraid of?" She said stubbornly, "What makes you think I'm afraid?" "Are not you afraid?" "Don't be afraid." The silence was longer this time. She was afraid to say it, afraid to tell the truth publicly. "Everyone around me...almost died." He was taken aback, but didn't show it. "And you are convinced that you are the cause of their death?" "That's right, no, I don't know... I don't know... I don't know." “We often blame ourselves for things that happen to other people. If a husband and wife get divorced, their children think they are responsible. If someone curses a person and that person does die, he thinks he caused it. Cause of death. Things like this are not uncommon. You..." "My story is much more obvious than what you say." "Really?" He fixed his eyes on her, ready to listen to her. Catherine's words gushed out. "My husband was killed. And his...his mistress. Two of their defense attorneys are dead too. And now..." Her voice changed suddenly. "And Kirk." "So you think you're responsible for all of their deaths. That's a pretty heavy burden you've been carrying for a long time, isn't it?" "I... I seem to be some kind of doom spell. I'm afraid of having anything to do with other men, and if something happens... I can't stand it." "Catherine, do you know whose life you are responsible for? It is your own. No one else. It is impossible to control the life or death of anyone else. You are innocent of the death of any of them." You are powerless, and you should know that." You are innocent and there is nothing you can do about the death of any of them.Catherine sat thinking about these words.She tried desperately to convince herself of that.Those people died of their own reasons, not hers.As for Kirk, it was an unfortunate accident.Isn't that the case?
Alan Hamilton looked at her calmly, and Catherine looked up at him.He was a good man, I thought.At the same time, a thought can't help appearing in my heart: It would be great if I met you earlier!Catherine glanced guiltily at Mrs Allen and their children in the framed mirror on the coffee table. "Thank you," said Catherine, "just let me try it. I guess I'll just have to accustom myself to the train of thought." Alan Hamilton smiled and said, "We can get used to this line of thinking together. Will you come back?" "what?" "Currently it can only be regarded as an experimental stage. Remember what I told you? As for whether you are willing to continue this course of treatment, it will be up to you to decide." Catherine said without hesitation, "Yes, I will be back, Ellen." When she was gone, Hamilton sat alone, thinking about Catherine's condition. During his many years of practice, he had come into contact with many beautiful female patients, some of whom had hinted to him of their sexual interest in him.But he was a good psychiatrist and would not allow himself to be tempted.Personal relations with patients were one of the top taboos in his profession.This would be seen as a form of womanizing.
Alan Hamilton was born into a family of medicine.His father was a surgeon who later married his nurse.Allen's grandfather was once a famous cardiologist.Ever since he was a child, Ai Lun knew he wanted to be a doctor, a surgeon like his father.He studied medicine at the Royal College of Physicians.After graduation, he continued to engage in surgical research. He had a natural flair for medicine, a gift for learning without a teacher.Then, on September 1, 1939, troops from Nazi-ruled Germany crossed the border of Poland, and two weeks later Britain and France declared war on Germany, and World War II began.
Alan Hamilton was drafted into the Army as a surgeon. On March 22, 1969, after the Axis forces conquered Poland, the Czech Republic, Norway, the Netherlands, Belgium, and Luxembourg, France also fell one after another, and the main pressure of the war fell on the British Isles. At first, a hundred planes a day took turns bombing British cities.Soon, it increased to 200 planes per day, and later, to 1,000 per day.The tragedy of the casualties is simply unimaginable.There are wounded and dying people everywhere, and the whole city is burning.But Hitler made a very serious mistake in judging Britain.This indiscriminate bombardment, on the contrary, only strengthened the resolve of the British, who were ready to die for their freedom. Alan Hamilton worked day and night, and there was no rest at all. Sometimes he didn't close his eyes for as long as 60 hours.When the emergency hospital he was in was bombed, he moved his patients into a warehouse.He saved countless lives under extremely difficult working conditions. In October, it was the climax of the Nazi bombing of the British Isles.The air raid sirens sounded again.At this time, people are busy making anti-aircraft shelters underground.Allen, who was undergoing surgery at the time, refused to leave his patient.The bomb was getting closer, and the doctor who was working with Allen said, "Let's get the hell out of here." "It will be fine soon." He has opened the patient's chest and is taking out the bloody shrapnel. "Alan!" But he can't go.He was so absorbed in his work that he paid so little attention to the bombs falling around him that he didn't even hear the explosion of the bombs falling on the roof.
He was in a coma for six full days.When he woke up, he realized that his whole body was injured.The right hand bone has been comminuted fracture.Although the bones were joined and looked normal, he would never be able to handle a scalpel again.
His future has since been ruined, and it has left him mentally traumatized, from which it took him almost a year to recover.He was cared for by a psychiatrist, a curtly-talked doctor who said, "It's time for you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and get back the courage to move on." "What's there to do?" Allen asked painfully. "Do the job you've always done—just in a different way." "I don't understand you." "You're a healer, Ellen. You heal people's bodies. You can't do that anymore, but healing people's hearts is just as important a job. You can make a good psychiatrist , you're smart and compassionate. Think about it." It turned out to be one of the most beneficial decisions he ever made in his life. He really likes what he does.In a certain sense, he found it more satisfying to bring patients living in despair back to normal life than to take care of their physical suffering.His efforts soon earned him a reputation.For the past three years he has had to force himself to turn away new patients.He agreed to accept Catherine only because he could introduce her to other doctors.But later, when he knew about her experience, he was very moved.I must help her.
After returning from Alan Hamilton, Catherine went to Wim's office. "I've seen Dr. Hamilton today," Catherine said. "Really? There is a classification chart for the readjustment of the mentally ill: 100 for death of a spouse, 73 for divorce, 65 for runaway husband, 63 for imprisonment, 63 for close family Sixty-three for member death, fifty-three for personal injury or illness, fifty for marital problems, forty-seven for being fired from a job..." Catherine stood listening to his report.It was strange that he never saw other people as human beings, never had a real friend, and thought of everything only in mathematical terms.What the hell does this happen?I feel as if I have found a new friend.Catherine thought. I don't know how long he has been married.
It's finally over.Constantin Demiris sat back in his chair and thought to himself.Just get rid of Catherine Alexander, and things won't hang around like this forever.Now he could devote all his energies to the Lamboroughs.
"We're having a party tonight with some executives from the company. I want you to host them as a hostess." It's been a long time since she made an appearance as his housewife.Marina felt encouraged and excited.Perhaps this will change the starting point of my relationship with Demiris.
The dinner that night did not cause any changes. Three male guests came and left after eating.It was a puzzling dinner. At dinner, Marina was introduced sloppily to the men, and while her husband was busy trying to win over his men, she just sat aside.She had almost forgotten how charismatic Coster was.He told amusing stories to his guests, and paid them many exaggerated compliments, which they were delighted to hear.The appearance of the guests showed that they knew in their hearts that they were dealing with a great person.Marina never got a chance to speak.Coster interrupted her every time she started to say something, and she finally sat by in silence. Why does he need me here?Marina felt strange. After the dinner party, the guests began to stand together and say goodbye.Demiris said to them: "You will fly to London early tomorrow morning. I am sure you will take care of everything that needs to be done." They are gone.
The delegation arrived in London the next morning.There are three of them, each of a different nationality. The American, Jerry Harry, was a tall, muscular man with a kindly face and dark blue-gray eyes.He had hands as large as Catherine had ever seen.She was almost petrified after seeing it.The hands seemed to have a life of their own, constantly moving, sometimes twisting, sometimes turning, as if eager to do something. The Frenchman, Yves Renard, was in stark contrast to the American.He was short and strong, his features seemed to be huddled, and a pair of cold, searching eyes seemed to be able to see through Catherine's heart.He's clearly a bit of a loner and a bit self-repressed.Be careful, that was the first word that came to Catherine's mind.But what to watch out for?She couldn't figure it out herself. The third person in the delegation was Dino Matus.He is a friendly and charming Italian, with a charming charm that exudes from every pore. "Mr. Demiris thinks highly of you," said Matus. "you flatter me." "He said you'd take care of us while we were in London. Look, I've brought you a little gift." He handed Catherine a package of small gifts labeled Hermes, the Greek god of commerce. Inside were A beautiful silk scarf. "Thank you," said Catherine. "You've been very thoughtful," she said to the other two. "Let me take you to the office." Behind them there was a loud crash of something falling to the ground.They all turned around to see a boy standing there, staring despondently at the fallen package, holding three suitcases at the same time.He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, maybe under that age.He has a mane of brown hair and bright blue eyes, and looks very fragile. "For Christ's sake," Leonard said hastily, "please be careful with these things." "I'm sorry," the boy said nervously, "forgive me. Where should I put these suitcases?" Leonard said impatiently: "Just put it wherever you want, we will get it later." Catherine looked at the boy curiously.Evelyn explained, “He quit his job as an office boy in Athens, and we needed another office boy here.” "What's your name?" Catherine asked. "My name is Atanas Stavic, madam." He was on the verge of tears. "Well, Atanas, there's a room at the back where you can put your suitcases. I'll keep an eye on them." The boy said gratefully, "Thank you, ma'am." Catherine turned around and said to these men, "Mr. Demiris said that you would like to see our work here, and I will try my best to help you. If you need anything, I will arrange it for you. Now, if If gentlemen would like to come with me, I would like to introduce you to Wim and some other staff." Catherine paused to make introductions as they walked down the office corridor, and by this time they had reached Wim's office. "Wim, this is the representative country sent by Mr. Demiris. This is Yves Reynolds, Dino Matus and Gabriel Harry. They have just arrived here from Greece." Wim shot them a fat look. "Greece has only 7.63 million people." Members of these delegations exchanged winks, feeling baffled. Catherine smiled to herself.Their reaction was exactly the same as her reaction when she first met Wim. "I've got your offices ready," Catherine said to the guests. "Will you come with me?" As they stepped out of the corridor, Jare Harry asked: "Who the hell is that? Some say he's important here." "He's great." Catherta said in a steady tone, "Wim is in charge of the flow of funds in various departments." "I don't want to know my cat's whereabouts better than him," said Harry humbly. "When you get to know him better..." "I don't need to know any further about him," murmured the Frenchman. "I've got a hotel for you," Catherine told them all. "I know you don't like sharing a hotel." "Indeed it is," Matus replied. Catherine was about to comment on this, but decided not to.Why they chose different hotel accommodations was none of her business.
He looked at Catherine, thinking.She was much more beautiful than I had expected, which made things all the more exciting.She has suffered, I can see it in her eyes.But I will show her how bad pain can be, and I will have fun with her.When I have had enough of playing with her, I will send her to a place where there will be no more pain.She will go to meet her God.I like this, I like this so much.
Catherine took the guests to their individual offices until they were settled.Then she went back to her office.That's when she heard the Frenchman yelling at the little boy in the hallway. "The case is wrong, fool, mine is tan, tan! Can you understand English?" "Yes, sir, I'm terribly sorry." There was panic in his voice. I have to step in and take care of this.Catherine thought.
Evelyn told her, "If you need any help tending to this group of guests, I'm here." "Thank you, Evelyn, I will let you know when the time comes." A few minutes later, when Atanas Stavic walked by the door of her office, she stopped him, "Come in for a while, please?" The boy looked at her with a frightened expression. "Yes, ma'am." He came in, looking as if he was about to be whipped. "Please close the door." "Yes, ma'am." "Sit down somewhere, Atanas, your name is Atanas, isn't it?" "Yes, ma'am." She tried to make him relax, but she didn't succeed. "There's nothing to be afraid of." "Yes, ma'am." Catherine sat looking at him, wondering what had happened to him that made him so frightened.She decided to give it a try, trying to learn more about his past. "Athanas, if anyone here troubles you, or if anyone treats you badly, I want you to tell me, understand?" He swallowed and said, "Yes, ma'am." But she wondered if he was brave enough to come to her and seek her.Someone must have broken his spirit somewhere. "We can talk later," Catherine said.
Everyone in the delegation had resumes that indicated that they had worked in different departments of Constantine Demiris's sprawling enterprise, so they should have had a good understanding of the company's internals.But to Catherine's bewilderment, the genial Italian, Dino Matus, was firing at her with questions that he should have known all too well.Moreover, she found that he did not seem to have any interest in learning about working conditions in London.In fact, he seemed to be more interested in not the business of the company, but the life of Catherine herself. "Are you married?" Matus asked. "No." "But were you ever married?" "yes." "Divorced?" She would not talk any further, saying, "I am a widow." Matus grinned at her and said, "I bet you have a friend. You know what I mean." "I know what you mean," said Catherine stubbornly.I thought, this has nothing to do with you. "So are you married?" "Hey, I have a wife and four lovely kids. They miss me when I'm out and about." "Do you travel often, Mr. Matus?" He seemed a little unhappy after hearing that. "Dino, call me Mr. Dino. Mr. Matus is my father. Of course, I travel a lot." He smiled at Catherine with ulterior motives, and then said in a low voice: "But sometimes travel can bring some Unexpected joy. Do you know what I mean?" And Catherine returned his smile, "I don't know."
At twelve-fifteen that afternoon, Catherine left the office to fulfill her outpatient appointment with Dr. Hamilton.To her surprise, she found herself looking forward to the date.She clearly remembered how uncomfortable she was when she went to see him last time, but this time.She walked into his office with a sense of engagement.The receptionist has gone to lunch.The door of the doctor's office was open, and Alan Hamilton was waiting for her. "Come in, please." He beckoned her. Catherine stepped into the office, and he pointed to a chair. "Hey, how's your week going?" How can there be anything good about this?Not at all, she couldn't get over the effects of Kirk Reynolds' death in her mind. "Having a good time - I've been busy." "That's very helpful. How long have you been working for Constantine Demiris?" "Four months." "do you like your job?" "It can distract me... from thinking about things. I owe a lot to Mr. Demiris. I can't tell you how much he has done for me." Catherine smiled sadly. "But I thought I'd tell you? Wouldn't I?" Alan Hamilton shook his head and said, "You only tell me what you want to tell me." There was a silence.Finally she broke the silence by saying, "My husband used to work for Mr. Demiris. He was a pilot and I... I had an accident on a boat ride and I lost my memory. When I recovered Mr. Demiris offered me the job for a million years." I have omitted to mention the pain and terror.Do I feel ashamed to tell him that my husband tried to murder me?Is it because I'm afraid he'll think I'm not worthy of him? "It's not easy for any of us to talk about our past." Catherine looked at him and was silent. "You just said that you lost your memory?" "That's right." "Have you had an accident on a boat?" "That's right." Catherine's mouth was tightly shut, as if she had made up her mind to tell him as little as possible.Her heart was torn by a terrible conflict.She wanted to tell him everything, hoping to get his help.She thought about not telling him anything and letting things take their course. Alan Hamilton watched her carefully. "Have you ever been divorced?" Yes, divorced by the firing squad. "He is... my husband is dead." "Miss Alexander," he said hesitantly, "would you mind if I called you Catherine?" "Won't mind." "Call me Ellen, Catherine. What are you afraid of?" She said stubbornly, "What makes you think I'm afraid?" "Are not you afraid?" "Don't be afraid." The silence was longer this time. She was afraid to say it, afraid to tell the truth publicly. "Everyone around me...almost died." He was taken aback, but didn't show it. "And you are convinced that you are the cause of their death?" "That's right, no, I don't know... I don't know... I don't know." “We often blame ourselves for things that happen to other people. If a husband and wife get divorced, their children think they are responsible. If someone curses a person and that person does die, he thinks he caused it. Cause of death. Things like this are not uncommon. You..." "My story is much more obvious than what you say." "Really?" He fixed his eyes on her, ready to listen to her. Catherine's words gushed out. "My husband was killed. And his...his mistress. Two of their defense attorneys are dead too. And now..." Her voice changed suddenly. "And Kirk." "So you think you're responsible for all of their deaths. That's a pretty heavy burden you've been carrying for a long time, isn't it?" "I... I seem to be some kind of doom spell. I'm afraid of having anything to do with other men, and if something happens... I can't stand it." "Catherine, do you know whose life you are responsible for? It is your own. No one else. It is impossible to control the life or death of anyone else. You are innocent of the death of any of them." You are powerless, and you should know that." You are innocent and there is nothing you can do about the death of any of them.Catherine sat thinking about these words.She tried desperately to convince herself of that.Those people died of their own reasons, not hers.As for Kirk, it was an unfortunate accident.Isn't that the case?
Alan Hamilton looked at her calmly, and Catherine looked up at him.He was a good man, I thought.At the same time, a thought can't help appearing in my heart: It would be great if I met you earlier!Catherine glanced guiltily at Mrs Allen and their children in the framed mirror on the coffee table. "Thank you," said Catherine, "just let me try it. I guess I'll just have to accustom myself to the train of thought." Alan Hamilton smiled and said, "We can get used to this line of thinking together. Will you come back?" "what?" "Currently it can only be regarded as an experimental stage. Remember what I told you? As for whether you are willing to continue this course of treatment, it will be up to you to decide." Catherine said without hesitation, "Yes, I will be back, Ellen." When she was gone, Hamilton sat alone, thinking about Catherine's condition. During his many years of practice, he had come into contact with many beautiful female patients, some of whom had hinted to him of their sexual interest in him.But he was a good psychiatrist and would not allow himself to be tempted.Personal relations with patients were one of the top taboos in his profession.This would be seen as a form of womanizing.
Alan Hamilton was born into a family of medicine.His father was a surgeon who later married his nurse.Allen's grandfather was once a famous cardiologist.Ever since he was a child, Ai Lun knew he wanted to be a doctor, a surgeon like his father.He studied medicine at the Royal College of Physicians.After graduation, he continued to engage in surgical research. He had a natural flair for medicine, a gift for learning without a teacher.Then, on September 1, 1939, troops from Nazi-ruled Germany crossed the border of Poland, and two weeks later Britain and France declared war on Germany, and World War II began.
Alan Hamilton was drafted into the Army as a surgeon. On March 22, 1969, after the Axis forces conquered Poland, the Czech Republic, Norway, the Netherlands, Belgium, and Luxembourg, France also fell one after another, and the main pressure of the war fell on the British Isles. At first, a hundred planes a day took turns bombing British cities.Soon, it increased to 200 planes per day, and later, to 1,000 per day.The tragedy of the casualties is simply unimaginable.There are wounded and dying people everywhere, and the whole city is burning.But Hitler made a very serious mistake in judging Britain.This indiscriminate bombardment, on the contrary, only strengthened the resolve of the British, who were ready to die for their freedom. Alan Hamilton worked day and night, and there was no rest at all. Sometimes he didn't close his eyes for as long as 60 hours.When the emergency hospital he was in was bombed, he moved his patients into a warehouse.He saved countless lives under extremely difficult working conditions. In October, it was the climax of the Nazi bombing of the British Isles.The air raid sirens sounded again.At this time, people are busy making anti-aircraft shelters underground.Allen, who was undergoing surgery at the time, refused to leave his patient.The bomb was getting closer, and the doctor who was working with Allen said, "Let's get the hell out of here." "It will be fine soon." He has opened the patient's chest and is taking out the bloody shrapnel. "Alan!" But he can't go.He was so absorbed in his work that he paid so little attention to the bombs falling around him that he didn't even hear the explosion of the bombs falling on the roof.
He was in a coma for six full days.When he woke up, he realized that his whole body was injured.The right hand bone has been comminuted fracture.Although the bones were joined and looked normal, he would never be able to handle a scalpel again.
His future has since been ruined, and it has left him mentally traumatized, from which it took him almost a year to recover.He was cared for by a psychiatrist, a curtly-talked doctor who said, "It's time for you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and get back the courage to move on." "What's there to do?" Allen asked painfully. "Do the job you've always done—just in a different way." "I don't understand you." "You're a healer, Ellen. You heal people's bodies. You can't do that anymore, but healing people's hearts is just as important a job. You can make a good psychiatrist , you're smart and compassionate. Think about it." It turned out to be one of the most beneficial decisions he ever made in his life. He really likes what he does.In a certain sense, he found it more satisfying to bring patients living in despair back to normal life than to take care of their physical suffering.His efforts soon earned him a reputation.For the past three years he has had to force himself to turn away new patients.He agreed to accept Catherine only because he could introduce her to other doctors.But later, when he knew about her experience, he was very moved.I must help her.
After returning from Alan Hamilton, Catherine went to Wim's office. "I've seen Dr. Hamilton today," Catherine said. "Really? There is a classification chart for the readjustment of the mentally ill: 100 for death of a spouse, 73 for divorce, 65 for runaway husband, 63 for imprisonment, 63 for close family Sixty-three for member death, fifty-three for personal injury or illness, fifty for marital problems, forty-seven for being fired from a job..." Catherine stood listening to his report.It was strange that he never saw other people as human beings, never had a real friend, and thought of everything only in mathematical terms.What the hell does this happen?I feel as if I have found a new friend.Catherine thought. I don't know how long he has been married.