"Zelia, don't be stubborn." Nathan's tone was stern, tinged with anger at her disregard for her own well-being. "If you're aware of the problem, you should seek treatment."
"I've told you. There's nothing wrong with me, and I'm not sick! I don't need to see a therapist." Zelia's voice grew urgent.
"You fainted!"
"I... I was just tired today. I'll be fine after some sleep." Zelia's stance was firm.
Her resolute refusal angered Nathan. He couldn't fathom why she was so averse to seeing a therapist. "Zelia, you don't have a choice. We're going to the hospital tomorrow."
"Nathan!" Zelia exclaimed, incredulous. She gritted her teeth. "How dare you make decisions for me?" Then, with a cold laugh, she added, "Have you forgotten, Nathan? We're just partners. You have no right to interfere in
