Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 415: Depression

"You're Victor Sullivan, and you have access to everything. Is there anything in this world you can'treplace out?” Carson slumped back with his brows raised, and half of his body sank into the sofa. Victorraised his eyes toward the second floor.

After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, “Help me check where Rachel went today.”

Carson stopped playing with his phone in an instant “Do you think Rachel and Ameer..."

“No.” Victor's eyes darkened as he abruptly interrupted him. He moved his hand and reached for hispocket and felt the dark blue diamond inside. He didn’t stop until his fingertip touched the edge. Hethen spoke in a low, cold tone. “I won't allow it.”

The sky was pitch black. It was already two o'clock in the morning. Victor had been workingremotely in the living room, and he would occasionally look up at the second floor. It was quietthere. After he finished his work, his phone suddenly rang. He took off his glasses and rubbed histemple, then picked up his phone and called for the servant who was standing not far behind him.“Make me a cup of coffee,” Victor ordered. The servant nodded, turned around and headed towardthe kitchen. At the same time, Victor's gaze was drawn to the message sent by Carson. It was ayawning emoji. Right after that, another notification popped. Victor tapped the screen and entirelydisplayed his next message.

"I checked it. Rachel took Joey to a psychological hospital this afternoon. I had no idea Apliaria hadone until today. The psychologist they visited earlier today has a master's degree and graduatedfrom Harvard.”

'A psychologist?” Victor's eyes narrowed after reading Carson's text. Victor exhaled a sigh of reliefafter learning that Rachel wasn't ill, but when he thought about the fact that she had gone to see apsychologist today made him feel uneasy.

Why would she see a psychologist? Did something happen when she jumped into the sea four yearsago? Had she been receiving psychological treatment?

Victor was heartbroken just thinking about it.

“Mr. Sullivan, your coffee is ready,” the servant said as she placed the cup of freshly brewed coffeeon the table.

"Okay." He picked it up and took a sip, then he received another message from Carson. “I forgot tomention that this psychologist is an expert in treating depression. But what was Rachel doing there?“Depression? Victor was taken aback and froze in place. Rachel... Had she been suffering fromdepression all this time? When did it start? Why hadn't he noticed it when they were together? Heput the cup of coffee down with a thud and suddenly stood up. The servant's face grew pale whenshe saw this. She lowered her head quickly, assuming that he didn't like the coffee she had preparedfor him.

*...I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I will make you another cup of coffee right away.”

Trembling with fear, the servant kept her head down. She reached out and was about to pick up thecoffee on the table. She was expecting Victor to say something, so she prepared herself. However,after a long while, the servant still didn’t hear Victor's voice.

Soon, she couldn't feel his anger anymore, but she still remained nervous. She kept her gaze on thefloor, sweating buckets, and didn't dare to move.

She stood there waiting, to the point her feet were already numb. And because of nervousness, shestarted to feel a little dizzy. She didn't think she could go on any longer, and if she had to, shewould beg for his forgiveness.

When she was done contemplating, she shut her eyes in fear and raised her head slowly.

Her heart was pounding like crazy, but when she opened her eyes, Victor was nowhere to be foundin the room

The servant's legs wobbled, and she fell to her knees. Victor couldn't care less about coffee rightnow. His mind was preoccupied with the possibility of Rachel being depressed. He felt somethingstuck in his throat and didn’t know what to do. He eagerly wanted to ask Rachel about her currentsituation, and why she hadn't told him about how she was doing. He also wanted to know whathappened to her in the past four years when she had gone missing. But he held himself back.Whenever Rachel was involved, he would always seem to lose control. When he came to his senses,he was already standing in front of Joey's room.

Surprisingly, the door wasn't completely closed, leaving a small crack. Victor assumed it was forbetter ventilation. He leaned in closer and peered through the crack, seeing Joey's bedside lampwith dimmed yellow light, illuminating a small part of his room. When he pushed the door open, hesaw what was going on inside.