Accidenttal One Night Stand with My Aloof Uncle-Chapter 632 - 642: A Toast to the Past, A Toast to Tomorrow 2

Chapter 632: Chapter 642: A Toast to the Past, A Toast to Tomorrow 2

"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.

Ralph patted her shoulder, "The therapist will arrive in the ward in ten minutes. Talk to him about whatever’s on your mind. Rest assured, this therapist keeps everything confidential."

After speaking, Ralph glanced at Benjamin Grant.

Benjamin understood, gave Chloe an uneasy look, and finally followed Ralph out of the ward.

Ralph closed the door behind him.

At the doorway, Matthew Morgan and Jodie Cooper hadn’t left, and the four of them stood silently in the hallway, facing one another.

The therapist that Matthew arranged had arrived.

He was a man in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, giving off a very stable and trustworthy impression both visually and through his demeanor.

Ralph sighed but said nothing.

Inside the ward. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Chloe Grant curled up on the bed, hugging herself tightly.

She wanted to cry, but couldn’t.

She only felt cold, and an emptiness in her heart, a slight ache.

Chloe knew Ralph had deliberately given her ten minutes to adjust her emotions.

...

Ten minutes later, the therapist pushed open the door and then closed it behind him.

Chloe was ready and sat on the bed.

The therapist sat beside her, like a friend, "Feeling better?"

He casually and gently inquired.

Originally, Chloe was very nervous, but the friendly demeanor of the person next to her eased her tension.

She nodded, "There wasn’t much to begin with."

"Right, the external wounds are nothing; it’s the heart that feels particularly sad," the therapist replied.

Chloe fell silent.

The therapist placed his hand over his heart, "Sometimes, I feel as if something is smothering my heart, making it pound painfully, and even breathing is not quite smooth.

Wanting to cry, yet unable to, while also not wanting to worry those around, so you pretend nothing is wrong."

He described Chloe’s symptoms perfectly, resonating with her deeply.

Outside the ward, none of the four left.

None of them spoke, quietly waiting for time to tick by.

About thirty minutes after the therapist entered, Chloe’s heart-wrenching sobs could be heard from within the ward.

Matthew Morgan stood up almost instantaneously.

He was about to head into the ward but was stopped by Ralph.

Ralph shook his head at him.

Matthew frowned, clearly wanting to rush in, but he restrained himself.

By the time Benjamin and Jodie turned back, Matthew’s face had returned to a calm expression.

Besides Ralph, no one witnessed his loss of control.

And also except for Ralph, no one understood how much turmoil lay beneath his calm exterior.