New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 431 Who is Evelyn?

Winnie adjusted her coat as she stepped into the psychological ward for her regular session. The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, but she had grown used to it by now. With her clipboard in hand, she went through the usual security check, giving the guards her best professional smile. The routine was second nature at this point, but her heart still thudded a little harder every time she walked through those doors. Today, her schedule was packed, but she couldn't help feeling a slight pull toward one of her most intriguing patients-Lisa Thompson. But more like the mission that she was assigned to.

After her last session with Lisa, she couldn't help but feel like there was something more about her but Lisa is good at hiding things, and that makes Winnie curious. Sometimes, she is cheerful, sometimes she can be scary and more emotional than Winnie tends to find out. She couldn't help but think that maybe...maybe Lisa had a mental problem without her noticing, but she is still in denial.

Either way, Winnie knew she had to tread carefully.

As Winnie made her way through the ward, she passed the gym and spotted Lisa there, lifting small weights with surprising determination. The sight made Winnie pause. Lisa, in her loose workout clothes, didn't look like someone burdened by the past she claimed to have left behind.

"Dr. Johnson," Lisa greeted, noticing her hovering. She put the weights down and gave Winnie a half-smile. "Didn't think I'd see you in here. I thought we didn't have any session today?"

Winnie smiled back, stepping closer. "Just checking in on my favorite patient and I reschedule for tomorrow's session to be today since I have some personal matters to attend to. I apologize for not informing you beforehand." "Of course, it's fine."

Winnie looked around the gym. "Didn't know you were such a gym enthusiast."

Lisa snorted. "Yeah, well, it's either this or staring at the walls. The treadmill's less judgmental." She wiped her forehead with a towel and gestured for Winnie to sit on the bench nearby. "So, what's our schedule for today? Are you going to ask me tons of questions again?" "Not at all although that is still part of my job," Winnie said lightly, sitting down. "I'm just curious about how you're doing. It looks like you are doing well. I hope you are not having another fight with the patient." She added with a slight chuckle.

Lisa shrugged. "As long as they didn't start it. Then I'm fine with it." she leaned back, crossing her arms. "How I'm doing, huh? Same as usual. Lifting weights, attending sessions with the other patient, and counting the days until...well, you know. Freedom." Winnie chuckled softly. "Freedom, huh? And what will you do with all that freedom once you have it?"

Lisa shrugged, her expression turning pensive. "Haven't really thought about it. Probably just keep my head down, get a job, and stay out of trouble. The usual ex-patient success story, right?"

"You're smarter than most people give you credit for, Lisa. I hope

smile creeping onto her face.

Now, tell me have you had any

Winnie a curious

under the surface. "I need to keep tabs on everyone you're interacting with to make sure it's all...helpful to

her knees. "Well, sorry to disappoint,

frowned, masking her concern with a neutral expression. "Are you

firmly. "Nope. Just me, myself, and the occasional chat with

Lisa. Let's take a walk. I think the garden will do us both some

strolled through the ward's modest garden, chatting about mundane topics-Lisa's routine, her progress and the occasional jabat the cafeteria food. Lisa seemed relaxed, but Winnie couldn't shake

planned to leave right after, but a nagging thought tugged at her. Lisa claimed she hadn't had any visitors, but something about her demeanor didn't sit

front desk. A receptionist, a young woman

receptionist greeted politely. "Is there something I can

replied, putting on her best professional tone. "I wanted to check if Lisa Thompson has had any visitors recently. It's just

receptionist's smile faltered, and she gave Winnie a slightly

of my job to keep tabs on who she's interacting with, just

open the guest log. "Let's see...

she's had one visitor. The same person came twice." Winnie's heart skipped a beat. "Who

log. "A woman by

a mental note of the name,