When Ariana approached once more, the voice utterly changed. It seemed as though another person had started to speak.

Ariana stood at a crossroads, grappling with the decision of whether to knock on the door, but Adele tugged at her clothes, leading her forward by the hand.

Ariana clutched Adele’s hand firmly, following her lead with the determination.

Adele led Ariana to her room.

Ariana redirected her focus back to Adele, watching as Adele took the incomplete drawing and ventured into its depths, providing her with a psychological estimation.

Adele obediently held the pen, bringing closure to the unfinished artwork. Ariana patiently steered her course, yet the more she observed, the deeper her unconscious furrowed brow became.

to be a thornier maze than Ariana had

believed her speechlessness, self-harming tendencies, and episodic outbursts to be the apex of her problems. However, the current situation unveiled

tip of the iceberg, concealing deeper and more unpredictable emotions beneath

situation than

couldn’t help but sympathize with

led her to conclude that Adele’s condition was not congenital autism

Adele’s artwork, feeling an inexplicable surge of

emotions did not taint her treatment or judgment of a patient’s family. Nevertheless, Adele’s plight stirred

befallen such a tender soul to bring about

to

had gone to great lengths to seek treatment for Adele, trying myriad methods. He apparently cared deeply for her and would never harm

Adele. Noticing Adele’s lack of resistance, she gently

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