Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 1587:

“What surfaced from your past?”

“I can’t quite grasp it…” Elissa’s brow furrowed in concentration, her complexion resembling fresh snow. “Just shadows and impressions, nothing concrete.”

“This is entirely normal,” Hamza interjected with practiced reassurance. “At this stage, you’re experiencing only disconnected fragments. Further sessions will help arrange these pieces into a coherent narrative. The neurological exertion alone explains her current exhaustion. Complete rest is essential when you return home—her mind needs time to process.”

“Understood. Thank you for your expertise.” Ernest’s words carried genuine gratitude.

They departed the sterile environment of the clinic, and Ernest drove Elissa back to Lion Bay, guiding the vehicle through afternoon traffic toward the sanctuary of her home. With attentive care, he escorted Elissa to her quarters and gently eased her onto the plush surface of her bed, arranging pillows behind her with unexpected tenderness.

His gaze lingered on her ashen features, his eyes softening with an emotion rarely displayed so openly. “Rest now. Let everything else fall away.”

her voice slightly ragged. “Would you

hesitation, Ernest rose and strode purposefully from

abandoned on the polished surface of the nightstand, an oversight unusual for someone typically so meticulous. The device suddenly erupted in vibration, the

an electrical shock to her system. When had she and Ernest established this connection?

vibration ceased, leaving an unnatural silence in its wake. Elissa’s gaze remained fixed on the now-darkened device, her thoughts

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The door swung inward as Ernest reappeared, a glass of water carefully clutched in his

settled against the headboard, taking measured sips while struggling

the screen, a subtle transformation rippled across

his voice