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.

be a thornier maze

and episodic outbursts to be the apex of her problems. However, the current situation unveiled hidden

iceberg, concealing deeper and more unpredictable

far graver situation than

but sympathize with the young

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

Adele’s artwork, feeling an inexplicable surge of

the ethical tenets of a physician, ensuring that her emotions did not taint her treatment or judgment

traumatic ordeal had befallen

deeply to quell her

lengths to seek treatment for Adele, trying

Noticing Adele’s lack of resistance, she gently caressed her head and

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