His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 369

Virginia didn't break her stride for a second, walking straight into the VIP ward at the end of the hall.

She wasn't here to pay a sympathy visit.

Over the past two days, she had repeatedly scrutinized Chloe's previous therapy logs and the video recordings of their recent session.

Several blatant inconsistencies stuck out, and the latest session had simply gone far too smoothly—like a performance ripped straight from a textbook.

It was practically impossible for a patient suffering from severe PTSD and violent tendencies to rationally analyze the source of their trauma during deep desensitization.

Factoring in that provocative photo, Virginia was all but certain Chloe was faking her illness.

Since Chloe had brought the circus to her doorstep, Virginia needed solid proof.

She was here to gather evidence—if only to spare her mentor from being slandered as an incompetent doctor who couldn't handle a PTSD case. There were likely deeper reasons, but she refused to dwell on them.

She knocked and pushed the door open.

Chloe was sulking against her pillows. The moment she saw her visitor, her face darkened.

"What are you doing here?!"

Virginia set the fruit basket on the nightstand and pulled up a chair.

Her movements were unhurried, radiating an effortless composure.

"Just checking on my patient," Virginia said, crossing her legs. Her eyes locked onto Chloe's meticulously crafted facade. "And to congratulate you. Relying on a couple pieces of trash paper and throwing a suicidal tantrum actually managed to make him stay."

Struck exactly where it hurt, Chloe's face tightened before morphing into a cold sneer.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. All I know is that the second Archer heard I was in trouble, he was more frantic than anyone else. But look at me, why am I telling you this? You'll never know what it feels like to be cherished in his arms, and you'll never see the helpless panic in his eyes..."

Virginia's eyes flickered, her fists clenching involuntarily.

Reminding herself of the mission, she forcefully suppressed the urge to rip away Chloe's act.

"Got it out of your system?"

It was Liam!

Virginia frowned, tapping her finger against her knee as she adjusted the volume.

"That bitch Virginia just came in here!" Chloe's voice had lost every trace of its frail tremor, laced instead with venomous spite. "She actually had the nerve to come flaunt herself in my face! Liam, I never want to see her face again!"

Liam seemed to pull up a chair and sit.

"Chloe," his tone deepened, carrying a mix of helplessness and indulgence. "Don't be like this. You're just sick right now. Once Ginny cures you, Archer will finally see how good you are."

"Cure me? You think Virginia can cure me? She's nothing but a gullible idiot spinning in circles for me. She can't even tell I'm faking it..."

Seeming to realize she had said too much, she snapped her mouth shut.