It felt as if these weren't decisions she had pondered and made, but rather sudden, overpowering urges that bubbled up from nowhere. Why was this happening?

The more she tried to think, the more her mind seemed to stagnate. Lizetta couldn't help but raise her hand, forming a fist, wanting to knock some sense into her befuddled brain. "Don't move." Remington's timely intervention, grasping her wrist, snapped her back to reality.

Only then did Lizetta whirl back to the moment, but the sight of the man before her, his face etched with concern and tension, sent a jolt of agitation through her.

"Don't touch me!"

Her voice was sharp, laced with a kind of terror.

Taken aback, Remington's complexion shifted slightly as he instinctively let go of her hand.

Lizetta stepped back, only to be steadied by Hogan's outstretched hand. Her complexion was pale, a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead.

Remington watched her, his forehead throbbing with visible veins.

He felt humiliated. He had previously scoffed at Ray for suggesting that a therapist could be so influential.

But now, he was beginning to think he might have severely underestimated their capabilities.

longer, Remington reached

close, and Hogan, with a look

to pull Lizetta away, but Remington suddenly

did Daphne do

had sent Ray to her therapy

After leaving the hospital, Daphne had gone straight to the airport with her new French husband, leaving

what are you trying to do?! I don't understand

reaching for Remington's

she staggered a few steps to the

his fists clenched, not daring to make

saying with

broken promises and lingering presence that you decided to leave the country. And staying at my

Dr. Daphne's suggestion, to avoid the painful memories and help

eyes slightly confused yet

that what he

nodded, "I want to leave this

"Alright, let's go."

smiled slightly, supporting Lizetta

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