Liz pushed Hogan away forcefully, covering her ears and stepping back.

"Shut up! Please, just stop talking, I'm begging you!"

Seeing her lose control, Hogan's brow furrowed, a shadow passing behind his glasses. He leaned in, gently patting Liz's quivering shoulders to soothe her.

"Alright, I'll stop. But Liz, you have to face reality. I know my words are harsh, but it's all for your own good. My friend, who's studying psychology, might still be at the hospital. I'll call her over for a chat; she can help ease your pain and get you through this, okay?"

Liz, her face slick with sweat and heart in turmoil as if being scorched in a furnace, nodded instinctively at the mention of a psychologist offering relief.

Hogan made a call, and his friend arrived promptly.

She approached the bed with a friendly gesture, extending her hand to Liz with a smile.

"Ms. Gardenia, I'm Daphne. Actually, we've met before. You were unconscious, and I had the chance to review your condition. I even made some suggestions to Mr. Dashiell. Thankfully, he took my advice, which helped you wake up."

Liz hadn't realized a psychologist had been consulted during her unconscious state. Hearing it was Daphne who convinced Remington to let go, she felt a newfound trust.

"Thank you, Dr. Daphne. Please, have a seat," Liz said, taking Daphne's hand.

mention it. Just call me Daphne. Oh, isn't this the wedding favor

with the wedding favor on the

gaze inadvertently followed

fiddling seemed almost patterned, sending

favor to Ms. Gardenia, Hogan? How about

glanced at Liz, who

entered the

and answered. After a brief

up. I'm on my way

Hogan pressed for the underground

area and

"Dr. White, I-"

up at

Hogan cut her

woman looked up, about to

in the car. I'll drive

cheeks flushed

in his grip,

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