A moment later, a slender, poised figure walked through the door.
The woman had a sharp bob cut and wore a beige business skirt suit with black stilettos, projecting an aura of crisp, independent authority from head to toe.
"Mr. Lowery, I just got back from a business trip and couldn't reach Ms. Grant, so I took the liberty of coming to see you."
"Please, have a seat."
After his secretary brought in two coffees and stepped out, they were left alone.
Sitting with perfect posture, Summer spoke in a calm, professional tone. "Let me introduce myself first. I'm Summer Rayne. Ms. Vanessa Grant has been undergoing therapy with me for the past two years. A little while ago, she informed me that her condition had greatly improved and she was nearing a full recovery. I'm here for a routine follow-up."
Lucas's fingers twitched violently.
She had been in therapy for two years, and he had known absolutely nothing about it this whole time.
Noticing the sheer shock and confusion in his eyes, Summer spoke quietly.
"Ms. Grant has kept this strictly confidential. She hadn't told anyone. Her original plan was to keep it a secret until she was completely cured, hoping to surprise you on your wedding night."
She paused, her voice soft but piercing like a barrage of needles sinking straight into Lucas's heart.
"To overcome her psychological blocks, she came in for hypnotherapy twice a month. Every single session required ripping those horrible memories wide open again, dragging herself out of the terror, and slowly learning to face it head-on."
"At first, Ms. Grant was highly resistant, but with my gradual guidance, her condition finally showed significant improvement."
"She mentioned that you were the one who passed by and saved her back then, correct?"
Lucas lowered his eyes and nodded.

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