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    “This is all on me,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I keep promising to shield you from harm, but you keep getting hurt because of me.” Guilt crashed through him like a relentless storm, the weight of his failures pressing down on him.


    Belinda immediately straightened and turned to face him directly. “You’re wrong about that. Besides, we still don’t have proof that Faye pushed me down that hill. This has nothing to do with you.”


    She cradled his strong jawline between her palms, speaking with deliberate emphasis. “Lucas, don’t let these thoughts consume you.”


    Lucas exhaled heavily, the sound carrying his deepest fears. “I’m hoping Faye has nothing to do with any of this.”


    Belinda offered no further words offort. Instead, she wound her arms around his neck and pressed close against him.


    Lucas tightened his hold around her waist, and they both remained silent, each lost in their own thoughts.


    The next morning marked the day scheduled for Elwood’s hypnosis session.


    Early in the morning, Elwood prepared himself and ventured alone to his psychologist, Dr. Brooks, at a private clinic nestled within the bustling heart of Owathe.


    “Mr. Wright, you’ve arrived.” Dr. Brooks weed Elwood at the entrance, his voice carrying a professional warmth.


    Once they stepped inside the elevator, Dr. Brooks asked, “How have matters progressed these past few days? Have you encountered any headaches again?”<fn86be> Follow current nov?ls on find·novel</fn86be>


    Elwood parted his lips with deliberate slowness, his voice steady as he stated, “Since beginning the medication, the headaches have vanishedpletely. However, I’ve found myself dreaming about the same womantely…”


    Dr. Brooks lifted an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. “Oh? What nature of dreams are these? Have you managed to glimpse her face with any rity?”


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    Elwood searched his memory, his thoughts reaching back through the fog. “Within these dreams, we share an intimate connection, behaving like a couple. Then suddenly, it appears we’re engaged in some heated argument, though I cannot grasp the specifics of our dispute. Everything bes utterly chaotic. Yet strangely enough, throughout each dream, I can never see her face clearly. No matter how desperately I strain to see, her features remain shrouded in an imprable blur.”


    As these words left his lips, a shadow of frustration began to creep across his features.


    After absorbing this information, Dr. Brooks fell into contemtive silence. From Elwood’s current state, it appeared his buried memories were genuinely beginning to surface.


    With this realization settling in his mind, Dr. Brooks pressed his lips together thoughtfully for a moment. “Very well, I’ve gained aprehensive understanding of your circumstances now. Let’s proceed to the treatment room.”


    He guided Elwood inside.


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