Miss President wants to talk to you

After a while, Hattie suddenly realized what was happening.

"Were you deliberately provoking me just now?"

"Twenty-three seconds."

Eleanor glanced at his watch. "It took you almost half a minute to react to such a simple provocation."

Hattie was speechless.

Looking back now, that one sentence was really childish.

I actually got angry about this.

It's simply incomprehensible.

“Eleanor, you’re right, that is indeed my weakness.”

Hattie slumped down, sat back on the sofa, and curled up into a small ball.

"If someone says something wrong, I want to prove them wrong."

"Now that I think about it, this is probably what people often call a self-proving trap."

Once Hattie calmed down, her ability to review the situation became quite impressive.

In just a few words, he analyzed his own shortcomings.

"It's not too late to realize this now."

Eleanor sat down opposite Hattie. "As long as there's a will to change, it's not too late. There are still three days until the hearing, that's enough."

James 1:19 says: Be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.

"Aren't you a devout believer?"

"Learn this sentence first."

Hattie knew Eleanor was right.

But she was still somewhat discouraged.

How should this be changed?

Can habits formed since childhood really be changed in just three days?

She voiced her concerns.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

Eleanor said, "Next, I will conduct various intensive training sessions for you."

"Ensure your stress tolerance improves dramatically over these three days."

Intensive training?

Will it be useful?

Hattie was skeptical.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Eleanor."

……

The next three days were like hell for Hattie.

She witnessed firsthand how devastating it can be for someone to become unreasonable and argumentative.

such as

“Now we shall begin training, Ms. Hattie.”

Eleanor sat on the sofa, holding a thick stack of documents in her hand.

Hattie leaned over to look, but Eleanor quickly blocked the view, and she saw nothing.

"Don't look!"

Eleanor said, "This is top federal secret, and your clearance level isn't high enough for you to see it!"

Top federal secret?

Hattie didn't believe it at all.

If it were truly a confidential document, would you, Eleanor, be allowed to carry it around so casually?

What if you take it home?

"Fine, I won't watch it then."

Hattie said, "Let's start training! I'm ready!"

"very good."

Eleanor lowered his head and opened the documents, his expression becoming serious.

"Before we officially begin, there is one thing I need to confirm."

"what's up?"

"Can you bear the truth?"

Hattie paused, then asked, "What truth?"

"This document is an internal report produced by the FBI after conducting a secret investigation into the Wallace family."

Eleanor said, "I'm afraid you can't bear the truth inside."

A secret investigation?!

Hattie immediately stood up: "On what grounds? I haven't committed any federal crimes, why are you investigating me..."

She suddenly stopped talking at this point.

yes……

Who says that you can't conduct an investigation if there's no federal crime involved?

Moreover, during the hearings, the members of Congress who are questioning them may suddenly produce an investigation report.

When I reach that point, will I also be so vocal in my opposition as I am now?

No, that won't work.

The focus is not on the investigative act itself, but on what they investigated.

Hattie suppressed her temper and sat down again.

"Eleanor".

She said, "Don't worry, whatever the investigation results are, I can handle it."

"That's good."

Eleanor was relieved. "This report indicates that Hattie Wallace, your parents, not only never loved you, but also engaged in long-term abuse of you."

Hattie: "???"

No, what the hell are you doing, Eleanor?

She was fully prepared for the possibility of hearing some completely unacceptable results.

But then you said something so ridiculous?

"Eleanor, even if you want special training, you don't need to come to such an absurd conclusion, do you?"

Hattie shook her head. "Everyone knows that my parents were incredibly devoted to raising me and loved me very much!"

"Starting from when I was in elementary school..."

She began listing many of her own childhood experiences to refute Eleanor's ridiculous lies.

This time, Eleanor did not interrupt.

Instead, they listened quietly.

After Hattie finished speaking.

Eleanor suddenly asked, "Is there anything else?"

"What? Is there anything else?"

Hattie asked, "Isn't what I just said enough to prove that I haven't been abused?"

"Of course not enough."

Eleanor said, "Do you have any more specific examples to support your point?"

More specific examples?

Hattie immediately said, "No matter how busy my father was, he would always take time each week to personally teach me about agriculture."

Eleanor nodded.

Then he picked up a pen and wrote a line on the document.

This time he didn't try to block it, and then Hattie saw what it said.

Minister Wallace admitted that his father had a long history of requiring his minor children to engage in physically demanding work.

"What the hell are you writing?!"

Hattie tried to snatch the documents, but Eleanor dodged them.

"He's teaching me!"

"That's your subjective opinion."

"That's the truth!"

"Victims often romanticize their childhood experiences."

Eleanor picked up her pen again and added another sentence to the document.

The respondents are still unaware that they were controlled by their fathers during their childhood.

"You bullshit!"