Chapter 18

A rapid knock at the door shattered Miranda's thoughts. She snapped back to reality, realizing she was drenched in cold sweat. "Miranda, Miranda? Are you okay?" Dorian called from outside, his voice thick with concern. He had just finished work and returned home when he heard that Miranda had locked herself in her room for an entire day without eating. Thinking of her fragile mental state, his knocking grew more urgent. "Miranda, can you hear me?" The lock clicked softly, and the door slowly swung open. Miranda stood there, pale and trembling, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Dorian, help me find a psychologist." Seeing her like that, Dorian felt a sharp pang in his chest, as if someone had clenched his heart and twisted it painfully. He swallowed hard, then suddenly stepped forward and bent down, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Alright, Miranda. I'm with you. I'll stay with you, always." … Jerome stayed in the hospital for half a month