New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 415 Angry Lisa

Winnie took a deep breath as she sat in her small, uncomfortably stiff office chair. Across from her, on the hospital bed, Lisa lounged, arms crossed, her face twisted in what could only be described as pure disdain. "Lisa, are you okay?" Winnie asked, her voice calm as she attempted to read the woman's body language.

Lisa's head whipped around to glare at her, eyes narrowed. "Do I look okay to you?"

Shaking her head, Winnie gives her a small smile. "I don't think you are okay."

Lisa snapped. "You know the answer! No, I'm not okay. I'm angry! No, I'm furious!" She almost spat the words out, and Winnie held her breath, steeling herself for whatever would come next. Winnie stayed calm, though her heart skipped a beat. "May I know, why are you angry?" she asked softly, careful not to sound too eager.

Lisa scowled and sat up straighter, throwing her hands in the air. "Why do you think? It's that... that Claire Peterson! The woman should be rotting in a cell, but there she is, walking free!"

Winnie's eyes flickered with a flash of surprise, though she tried to keep her expression controlled. Just yesterday, she'd seen the news herself: Claire Peterson had been arrested, which was shocking enough.

But the real surprise was how fast Claire was released, thanks to a supposedly airtight alibi and the police's conclusion that it was all a misunderstanding. To say it was heart-pounding for Winnie would be an understatement. The idea of Claire, her very own client, being arrested and then freed in record time left her with mixed relief and a hefty dose of anxiety about her own involvement.

"Yes... I did see the news," Winnie said, nodding sympathetically. She hoped she sounded calm, though inwardly she was more than a little on edge. "That must be really frustrating for you, Lisa. But why does Claire's freedom bother you so much?"

Lisa practically jumped off the bed, hovering over Winnie, her eyes blazing with anger. "Why? Why?" she repeated, her voice rising. "She ruined my life! She's the reason I'm locked in here. If it wasn't for that witch, I wouldn't be in this hellhole!" Winnie leaned back, trying not to make any sudden moves. "Lisa, let's just... calm down a bit. Take a deep breath and sit back down, okay?"

crossed her arms tightly across her chest and took a reluctant step back. "How can you tell me to stay calm?" she muttered, clearly far from settled. "I hate that woman. Yesterday, when I saw she'd been arrested, I thought I'd finally have something

herself out. As Lisa vented, pacing in a small, tight line across the room, Winnie jotted down notes, trying to catch every word of

continued to rant, her words dripping with venom. "She's so powerful," Lisa spat, "that even

was careful to keep her expression neutral, a slight frown of empathy creasing her forehead. She knew exactly what Lisa meant; Claire's name was always in the news, often with some scandalous twist or another. She gave Lisa

replied slowly, pretending she'd never personally met Claire. "But I don't really know her.

who understood. "Exactly!" She pointed at Winnie, practically beaming. "Finally, someone who gets it. That woman

talk about what happened two days ago. Why did you get into that fight with another patient? I heard the nurse

eyes so hard Winnie thought they might stay that way. "That crazy woman started it! I just gave her a taste of her own medicine. I wasn't going to let

an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. "So, you think

her arms again, looking smug. "I only defended myself. She was asking for

a few notes in her notebook, wondering if Lisa truly understood her own temper. Maybe Lisa was more unstable than she realized Winnie thought, eyeing her warily Well, thank you for sharing that, Lisa. I think it's important to understand what triggers these feelings

them together."

than usual, and for a split second, she worried Lisa might lash out again. She cleared her throat and shifted to

suspiciously. "Why are you asking

reason in particular," she said, keeping her tone light.

"I don't have a family, Dr. Johnson. My mother's