Chapter 9

The commotion in the therapy room quickly drew in the doctors and nurses outside.

At first, a group of confused medical staff tried to mediate.

Until Chloe, enraged, played the last segment of the recording, turning the volume to max.

My voice, speaking those few suggestive words, clearly reached everyone's ears.

I felt like I was nailed to a pillory of shame, and not a single person came to my defense.

More than a dozen scrutinizing, strange, shocked, and contemptuous gazes slowly settled on me.

Liam sat to the side, watching with cold indifference.

After Chloe had vented enough of her anger, having said the most awful things she could,

He then coolly added, “Call the police, and get the director down here.”

I stood frozen like a puppet, unable to utter another word.

Never before had I realized so clearly that day.

Liam and I, we were truly over.

He had completely forgotten me.

And so, all the tenderness, tolerance, and compassion would no longer belong to me.

Dr. Hayes tried to mediate: “Mr. Miller, I’m truly sorry.

“Alice certainly acted improperly. I’ll have her apologize to you properly and offer some compensation. How does that sound?”

He knew about my past relationship with Liam, so he probably felt some pity for me.

Liam looked at him with cold eyes, like an emotionless judge pronouncing a verdict:

“I demand you call the police and have the director fire her.”