Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1539 - 1511: Reuniting with the Beloved, Full of Love

Chapter 1539: Chapter 1511: Reuniting with the Beloved, Full of Love

Sian Thorne felt refreshed as she went to the detention center; Mario Yuno had already given a heads up, so everyone knew she was the psychologist sent from above. She managed to meet with those few troublemakers smoothly.

All of these guys had bruises on their faces, looking as if they had been severely taught a lesson, which definitely wasn’t from the time of their arrival. It must have happened before they were brought in.

Kiara could somewhat guess what had happened and felt even more certain that the indescribable praise from last night hadn’t been in vain.

Camden certainly lived up to the title of a good man.

With these thoughts in mind but showing no sign on her face, Kiara introduced herself to the few men with a very professional tone.

"Hello, everyone, I am the psychologist sent from above, and for the next while, I’d like to talk with you all to see if I can help you unravel some of your inner conflicts..."

The backgrounds of these few were not clean. They all had minor issues like petty theft, and coupled with the recent trouble they caused with clubs, they were bound to be detained for at least ten days to half a month. For these guys, being in custody was routine, but this was their first time receiving guidance from such a beautiful psychologist.

Hence, a few of them displayed lecherous expressions and even tried to take advantage of Kiara verbally. Kiara pretended not to hear and responded with a calm smile.

Next, it was time for some brainwashing...

The female police officer working alongside her was initially prepared to intervene against the disrespectful fellows but let it be once she saw Kiara handle it effortlessly.

As time ticked away, the atmosphere in the room gradually shifted. The men changed from joking to listening intently. After forty minutes, the one who had made colorful jokes at the beginning was now crying his heart out.

The rest were also moved by Kiara’s words to the point of tears, and the one with the strongest self-control and usually the least emotional now had tears rimming his eyes.

Kiara observed their reactions, knowing that this alone was not enough. She decided to turn up the heat, not allowing the men to be free from questioning their lives and feeling remorseful; otherwise, she would be letting down her profession!

Mario Yuno had defended her with his fists; her own way in the world relied on her expertise. If she were more ruthless, inducing depression in them wouldn’t be a difficult task.

It seemed that she had caused someone to become depressed in her past life—wait, past life?

Kiara briefly hesitated; she hadn’t recovered her memories of her past life yet, with only bits surfacing occasionally.

"Dr. Clark, please continue!" the crying man sobbed.

The doctor’s words were indeed magical, compelling one to involuntarily engage with an aching yet irresistible feeling inside.

"Alright, let’s continue from where we left off. Everyone knows the heart of a parent; consider your own parents. Do you think they have nightmares during countless nights, worrying about your behavior? Oh my child, have you been beaten or scolded outside, or might there come a day when you’re left to die on the street..."

By the time Kiara finished her persuasive talk, those few were mentally shattered, with some even kneeling and wailing on the floor; even the female police officer who escorted Kiara out was wiping away tears.

"Dr. Clark, you are truly amazing."

"I dare not claim such praise."

"If there’s a chance, please come by more often. I think your psychological counseling is really effective. We should actually submit a request to have you conduct such classes in prison—if every individual could reform under your influence, how wonderful that would be."

Kiara smiled, of course not revealing that, in addition to the regular guidance, she had incorporated powerful psychological suggestions. Ordinary people would be fine after listening, but for those already guilty in their hearts, having a few nightmares was inevitable.

There was no chance she would let anyone who crossed her off the hook so easily. Besides getting back at them, Kiara wanted to probe whether someone was behind these men’s actions; it turned out there wasn’t.

It looked like it was simply a passing rumor that would soon blow over.

As she was leaving, a vehicle arrived, signifying more people being brought in.

Someone was escorting a man down, and Kiara brushed past him without notice until he called out her name.

"Kiara!"

Kiara turned her head and saw a man in his thirties being escorted by several people, calling out to her. The man looked gaunt and haggard, with a scar on his face, and a skeletal appearance. For a moment, Kiara couldn’t remember who he was, but he seemed familiar.

"How did you end up here?" the man asked again.

"Behave yourself!" the person escorting him pushed him, but the man kept turning back to look at her, suddenly he burst into loud laughter.

"You have your day too! Haha! You know what it’s like to be locked up now, don’t you!"

"Oliver Netherwood, behave yourself!"

"She’s not an inmate here. She’s the psychologist here for counseling," said the female police officer who had brought Kiara out, then turned and apologized to her.

"Dr. Clark, do you know him?"

Vincent Netherwood wanted to say something else to Kiara, but the guards didn’t give him a chance as they hustled him away.

Kiara withdrew her gaze, "I knew him from before—is he a regular here?"

"Isn’t he just? This guy keeps getting into trouble, either stealing or fighting. We all know him."

It also took Kiara a bit of time to remember who that man was.

Wasn’t he the scumbag who almost tricked her into a sham marriage?

Initially, the man had wanted to deceive her into marriage and, after being caught by Kiara, attempted to burn down her house in a fit of rage. Once captured and sentenced, Kiara had no more news of him.

As for this kind of person who had been off the stage for a long time, Kiara was not usually concerned, but a detail did come to her mind.

The family of Oliver Netherwood seemed to have some small influence; even if Vincent Netherwood lost his job due to his crimes, it shouldn’t have reduced him to the state he was in today. He looked as if he was struggling, living off petty theft—how miserable must that be?

Could it be...

Kiara suddenly thought of a possibility—could her husband have been behind this? With this in mind, she dialed Mario Yuno’s number.

"Daughter-in-law, what’s up?"

"Have you ever done anything to the Netherwood family?" Kiara asked bluntly.

"Which mud?" It had been too long, and Mario Yuno couldn’t remember.

"Oliver Netherwood. I saw him in the detention center today."

"Oh, him. The wicked will ultimately destroy themselves. His family isn’t all that clean either. It takes two to tango."

That was essentially an admission.

Kiara was silent for a few seconds, realizing that his protection was always there, in places she couldn’t see.

This was just like Mario Yuno’s character; he believed that protecting his wife was a perfectly normal thing to do, and taking revenge for her was something he would never make a point of telling her. If Kiara hadn’t asked that day, he probably would never have brought it up on his own.

"What’s wrong?" Mario Yuno didn’t understand why she was asking about this all of a sudden.

"Nothing... it’s just that I think I forgot to say something today."

"What’s that?"