Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 893

"Am I passing the test with that answer, Ms. Madden?"

Lizetta smiled and nodded, "Your answer was very objective."

Shawn let out a sigh of relief.

As Lizetta and he continued to chat, she learned that Shawn's family also had a long history in medicine-his grandfather was a renowned surgeon.

Suddenly, Lizetta remembered asking Mr. Daisynes for help with her grandfather's acupuncture. Without hesitation, she probed Shawn for some information.

Shawn indeed knew Mr. Daisynes and shared some of his likes, including his appreciation for young people knowledgeable in Western medicine. Grateful, Lizetta asked Shawn to recommend a couple of books. Then, the conversation turned to pulse diagnosis, something Shawn had picked up through exposure. He took Lizetta's hand to demonstrate, inadvertently making it look as though they were holding hands.

From a distance, Remington rushed toward the restaurant, his presence dominating as he entered. He caught sight of Lizetta and Shawn through the floor- to-ceiling windows, their hands still together, and his expression darkened further.

is practice. Even the basic pulse types can be discerned with

explanation, only to feel something soft brush against

of alienation and panic, prompting Lizetta to instinctively pull her hand

the

her view, she

familiar object-a creamy bear plush,

iqueddy

scent

cologne she

between Lizetta and Shawn, seemed to be greeting her

knew who

shoulders of a man. Dressed in a crisp business suit, he exuded a sense of authority. The teddy bear he'd been carrying around

could you please move a bit? You're somewhat interrupting," Shawn's voice chimed in