"What are you talking about? Why would I need to see a therapist out of nowhere?" Chloe Grant immediately retorted.
Ralph Koch stared at her, "Do you really not have any idea about your own situation?"
"I..."
"Alright, I'm calling the therapist over," Ralph decisively interrupted, not giving Chloe a chance to argue.
He stood up, and just as he was about to leave, he turned back and glanced at Chloe, "A lot of people care about you. It's like you pretend every day that nothing is wrong; you don't want them to worry.
But Chloe, your facade has already been ruthlessly exposed, and everyone knows about your situation.
If you want the people around you to feel at ease, then you need to accept treatment."
Ralph leaned down, gently stroking Chloe's head like a big brother, his voice exceptionally tender, "Don't worry, everything will pass, and everything will get better."
At that moment, Chloe Grant didn't want to deny it or hide anymore.
She really... wanted to cry.
