His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 69

The next day, inside Virginia's clinic.

Chloe sat on the beige leather sofa in the therapy room, a glass of water cradled in her hands.

She was dressed in a cream turtleneck sweater, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. She looked the picture of gentle docility.

Virginia had an emergency appointment with a moderate PTSD patient today, so her own assistant, Holly, had temporarily stepped in to assist Doctor White.

A deep-healing session had just concluded, and Chloe's breathing was noticeably steadier than when she first walked in.

Doctor White removed his glasses, jotting down notes on his clipboard while offering feedback. "Your response this time was drastically better. Your emotional stability has improved significantly recently. If we keep up this momentum for another three or four sessions..."

"Doctor White," Chloe interrupted softly. "Could I take a look at my file?"

Suspecting nothing, Doctor White handed over the clipboard.

She scanned the page. The notes were explicitly clear:

"Trauma-based PTSD treatment highly effective. Core symptoms alleviated. Mood, sleep patterns, and stress responses show marked improvement. Condition stabilizing."

"Stress trauma responses vastly improved. Hypervigilance, avoidance, and panic attacks significantly reduced. Psychological functions returning to normal baselines."

Chloe lowered her eyes, a shadow falling over her face and masking her true expression.

"Thank you. I'll be going now."

Stepping out of the clinic, Chloe slid into her car and dialed Archer's number.

He answered almost instantly, his tone perfectly flat. "How did the session go?"

"Archer..." Her voice wavered, dripping with helplessness and sheer terror. "Doctor White said... there hasn't been much change. The treatment isn't really working. Am I... am I going to be broken for the rest of my life?"

A brief silence hovered over the line before his stoic voice returned.

"Take it slow. There's no rush."

"Okay. I'll do whatever you say..."

The moment she ended the call, Chloe's brow furrowed, a vicious sneer briefly warping her delicate features.

There wasn't an ounce of actual concern in his voice!

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