Zephyr heard the water running in the bathroom when he arrived home. His heart clenched, but he dared not do anything. He could only stand there quietly.

He remembered what Seth had said. Cordelia’s unusual behavior was called PTSD.

“What she has is considered light,” Seth told him. “The best is to treat it with psychological intervention, but… it’s better for the doer to undo what he’s done. Since the source of the issue lies with you, you’re the best doctor for it.”

Zephyr took a deep breath. He wanted to take on the role of the doctor as well, but Cordelia gave him no chance of approaching her.

The bathroom door opened, and Cordelia walked out wrapped in a towel. When she looked up and met his eyes, she cried in surprise.

“Cordelia—”

Zephyr did not get to say anything before Cordelia hurried into the bedroom and shut the door with a lowered head.

barrier

opened a crack in the door to peek at him. She saw him cleaning up in their small living room and collecting the dry laundry

how to fold clothes in the past, but he did it

her lips together and

moved to stay with Xyla. Given what

the help of medication, her mental state had been doing much better. Her daily life was no longer

she was conscious and clear-minded. When she heard what her daughter had gone through,

Cordelia, she was much more pacified after returning to her mother’s side. It was just that she could not

herself. Could this one year of wonderful time not really compare to one identity? She knew

a pity.” Xyla sighed softly. “I haven’t gotten to meet my son-in-law even once. Am

Cordelia looked at her, suddenly at a

their heart.” Xyla’s voice was slow and deep. “Status, identity, and wealth are external things. A relationship between

still love

Cordelia was hesitant to speak and pressed

no more vegetables at

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255