Alexander’s POV Cont
The car pulled into the hospital parking lot. I stepped out immediately and headed straight toward the psychologist’s office without slowing down.
I knocked once before pushing the door open.
“Mr. Alexander Ashford, Miss Blackwood’s session is over,” the psychologist said. “Her condition has not improved. It has actually worsened. I gave her a sedative so she could rest.”
I listened in silence, my expression dark. “I understand.”
“Mr. Ashford,” he continued, his tone more serious, “you need to understand how critical this is. She was showing signs of recovery not long ago, but in the past two days there has been a clear decline. If this continues, she may fall into severe depression, and that will be far more difficult to treat.”
I nodded once.
Isabella’s condit
