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.

call me Daphne. Oh, isn't this the

playing with the wedding favor on the

inadvertently followed Daphne's

almost patterned, sending Liz into a

turned to Hogan. "Lending my wedding favor to Ms. Gardenia, Hogan? How about I

glanced at Liz, who seemed unresponsive,

entered the

frowned slightly and answered. After a brief conversation,

up. I'm on my way

call, Hogan pressed for

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

"Dr. White, I-"

up at

brought you here?" Hogan cut her

looked up, about to

talk in the car.

cheeks flushed as

in