Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

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.

Oh, isn't this the wedding

sat down, idly playing with the wedding

gaze inadvertently

seemed almost patterned,

my wedding favor to Ms. Gardenia,

glanced at Liz, who seemed

the elevator,

ID, Hogan frowned slightly and answered.

I'm on

the call, Hogan pressed for the

out, he scanned the area and spotted a woman. He walked

"Dr. White, I-"

up at his approach and

brought you here?" Hogan cut her

looked up, about to speak,

car. I'll drive

cheeks flushed as she

in his