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.

reached out and pulled Lizetta

close, and Hogan, with a look of fury, exclaimed,

to pull Lizetta away, but Remington suddenly grabbed Hogan by

Daphne

sent

were too late. After leaving the hospital, Daphne had gone straight

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

frowned, reaching

him away with such force that she staggered a few steps to the side, leaning against the wall. She wrapped

clenched, not daring to

Lizetta, saying with concern, "Liz the postpartum depression

lingering presence that you

avoid the painful memories and

slightly confused yet somewhat reassured

what

nodded, "I want to leave

"Alright, let's go."

Lizetta as they moved

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