It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 92

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Chapter 92

The snow piled along the roadside had started to melt under the warm sunlight.

When Liora arrived at the building where the psychology clinic was located, there were still more than twenty minutes before her appointment.

She wasn’t in a hurry. Spotting a quaint little café nearby, she stepped inside and ordered a takeaway espresso Than the fans a quiet corner seat and sat down.

She opened the file envelope Lucas had given her.

Liora skimmed through it.

She had expected Lucas might offer some financial compensation for having saved his life.

But she hadn’t anticipated just how much he would give.

The assets far exceeded the terms of their original divorce agreement.

Real estate, funds, shares in Lucas’s own company, cash-and a seven-figure monthly child support payment-Liora had suddenly achieved complete financial freedom with little effort.

Well, saving Lucas’s life turned out to be quite worthy indeed.

“Customer 202, your espresso is ready!”

The barista’s voice called out her number.

Liora slipped the documents back into the envelope and got up to collect her coffee.

But just as she turned around, she bumped into someone.

A few books dropped to the floor. She immediately crouched down to pick them up.

Caught by one of the covers, she paused for a moment.

“I’m so sorry, I was looking at my phone and didn’t see you here.”

The man’s voice was smooth and pleasant.

Liora picked up the Maupassant short story collection and looked up at the person she had run into.

He was handsome, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a naturally graceful demeanor.

With an apologetic expression, Liora pointed to her mouth and waved her hand to signal that she couldn’t speak. She then pressed her hands together in a gesture of apology.

The man smiled gently at her understandingly.

Then, to her surprise, he began signing, “It was my fault. You don’t need to apologize.”

Liora was taken aback. In real life, it was rare to encounter someone fluent in sign language.

She was delighted and let him know she could hear, just not speak.

Then she handed back the book to him.

“That edition came out six years ago in a special release. Very few copies were printed. I didn’t expect to see it again after all this time,” she offered, striking up a conversation.

“You like Maupassant too?” the man asked, clearly intrigued.

Liora shook her head. “My fiancé does.”

Sebastian had always loved Maupassant’s writing. Back then, while Liora was away performing, she’d learned by chance that there was a special edition being released. She spent days going from bookstore to bookstore before finally finding one. When she gave it to Sebastian, he was over the moon-so thrilled he picked her up and spun her around several times

He hadn’t even wanted to take the plastic wrap off.

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Even now, the book still sat untouched

“Your fiancé has excellent taste” the man cómpfir

Liora responded with a gentle smile

She picked up her coffee, and since it was almond time for her wieder do at y

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Then he looked down at the Maupassant collection in his hand

The smile on his lips lingered.

When Liora arrived at the clinic, the receptionist led her into

It was filled with greenery. Aside from the door and the windows, dedery wel wat net with sokon

In the corners were various charming little decorative pieces and ang pa

She took it all in with curiosity, wondering what kind of person this formen happea would de

She sat down on the sofa surrounded by plants.

Her phone buzzed twice.

She picked it up.

“Liora, come home for dinner tonight. Just a family gathering the nettoys from Way eat.

At that moment, the door opened.

Liora slipped her phone back into her bag

She knew exactly why May was reaching out-because word had spread that Lions had signed the divorce papers. She was worried Liora might change her mind and jeopardize Jennie’s chances of stepping in, so she wanted to bring her home and pr her in her place.

Liora pushed the thought aside and stood up to great the person entering the room.

And then froze in surprise.

“Ms. Hughes, we meet again.” The man from the cafe had traded in his casual clothes for a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, making him look even more refined and gentle

Liora smiled in disbelief. “Dr. Hanley, what a coincidence”

Zachary returned the book he’d brought to a gap

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It felt like meeting an old friend. At ease and unhurried, he placed the book carefully, then walked over and sat across from her

“Have a seat, Ms. Hughes. Let’s just chat.”

And chat they did casually, effortlessly.

For over an hour, Zachary never once brought up anything clinical or therapeutic.

In the end, it was Liora who brought it up.

“Have you made up your mind, Ms. Hughes? Therapy, in essence, is like uncovering a wound you’ve long hidden It’ll hurt-it’s the process of cutting out the rot and stitching the flesh back together so it can heal. Honestly, it won’t be pleasant. But I’ll do everything I can to ease your pain,” Zachary said with a calm, sincere tone

Liora thought to herself,

No wonder someone so young had become such a highly respected expert Just listening to him speak, she already felt like she was being healed

“I’ve made up my mind,” she signed nodding with quiet resolve

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That’s wonderful” Zachary smiled warmly, holding up a thumbs up like one would to encourage a child. Just decision means you’ve already won half the battle.”

When it came to healing childhood trauma, the strength of one’s resolve was often more critical than the treatment Liora hesitated, then finally asked, “Dr. Hanley, is there really a chance I’ll be able to speak again?*

“Of course. You’re not unable you’re just unwilling. That’s a huge difference,” Zachary replied, his eyes filled with encouragement. “Trust me. And more importantly, trust yourself.”

Liora met his gaze.

There was power in Dr. Hanley’s eyes. She smiled faintly and gave a soft nod.

“Do you have free time these days?” Zachary shifted back to the relaxed tone from earlier.

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