He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 383: Is She Really Having a Relapse?

As time went on, he realized nothing bad ever happened—and he grew more and more careless.

Still, nothing went wrong.

So he kept ignoring Sherry's pain. After all, it wasn't like she'd break.

He thought she was completely better.

He'd never admit it, but he told himself he was doing it for her own good.

Nobody could put up with her if she relapsed constantly.

And he certainly couldn't tend to her emotional needs twenty-four hours a day.

So Sherry had to learn to endure. That was part of why he'd spoiled Wendy so shamelessly.

Sherry's behavior over the past two years had satisfied him. She didn't cause trouble, didn't help his business, but kept the house in order.

He'd trained her well.

Then suddenly, she'd turned into a madwoman—fighting him, talking back, opposing him at every step.

"Is she really having a relapse?" Gilbert muttered. "Kinda looks like it. She's even acting like she doesn't care about me."

Normally, Sherry was always sad. But when he didn't choose her and when he made her donate blood? Her whole face would twist into pure agony.

But that was her duty. As his wife, suffering was part of the role.

She enjoyed the privilege, so she had to bear the weight.

Everyone at the top lived like that.

Did Sherry think she could laze around like a maid?

Being a maid was easy. But how many maids became wealthy wives?

Sherry wanted too much. It's only because he backed her up.

Any other family would have destroyed her. Did she really think other families were that easy to get into?

After all these years, Sherry should've gotten the picture.

Maybe she really was losing her mind.

"What should I do?"

He couldn't understand why she'd snapped now, after everything else.

Nothing big had happened recently.

...Except the blood donation.

It was good for her! She stayed home all day, doing nothing. Her blood must be stagnant. Losing a little blood was healthy.

And she acted like she was dying over it. That was only because she sat around at home all day—she was too weak.

It wasn't his fault.

If she couldn't even take care of her own body, what could she do?

If she really was mentally unwell, that would explain everything.

Wendy had just been a substitute, after all.

Maybe Sherry couldn't handle living in Julia's shadow, cracked under pressure, and broke down.

"You know people who're relapsing never admit they're sick," Julia said softly. "You can ask Sherry directly—she'll never confess."

He knew she was right.

People with mental illness almost never accepted they were unwell.

He'd thought someone was provoking her before.

But now... provocation was just part of it.

The real problem was her mind.

"I hate to say this—it's cruel—but we can't let her continue like this. She's a threat to the entire Bode Group.

"Gilbert, be honest. In your heart, which is more important? The Bode Group... or Sherry? If you had to choose."

Gilbert's face darkened sharply.

Even if it was Julia asking, he hated these forced choices.

Good people didn't push others to pick one thing over everything else.

Nothing in life was that simple.

Julia saw right through him. If he hesitated, Sherry was never his first choice.

She lost to Julia. Now she lost to his money and power, too.

What right did she have to fight her?

"I know you're upset. You're a loyal man; you don't want to choose. But one person versus all Bode employees—you know which choice is right.

"I'm not forcing you. You don't have to look so pained."

Her delicate, soft hand smoothed the furrow between his eyebrows.

Gilbert's tense body finally relaxed.

If he had to choose again, if he picked the company over Sherry again, he had no idea how she'd explode.

She never knew when to let things go. She only dug up old wounds.

But Julia? She never made him choose.