In the opposite building, inside the clinic, Lena had just finished her work as usual.
Surely, she could have melted down and hid inside the bathroom to cry her eyes out, or lashed out and screamed like a crazy woman. But it would only enhance her misery and grant her enemies' satisfaction, so she simply took a deep breath and then turned and went back to work.
Today’s patient was a 10-year-old boy who had issues controlling his anger. Lena finished the treatment course at 6 o’clock and changed her clothes, preparing to leave.
When she was about to reach the front desk, she suddenly saw Vincent standing there talking to the young, beautiful receptionist with her hand on his arm.
A spatter of pain rose from the position of her heart like it was pricked by a thousand needles at the same
