Chapter 533

Deangelo stiffened at my question, his grip on the phone tightening subconsciously. "Clayton… and some of my relatives." If Zelda only reacted violently to Clayton, Deangelo could use that as leverage to persuade their parents to call off the engagement. But the problem was that she also lost control around certain relatives. I pressed my lips into a thin line, my hand clenching at my side before asking another question. "Haven't the psychologists you hired noticed this pattern?" My words hit Deangelo like a thunderclap. Why hadn't the psychologist ever clearly explained Zelda's condition? There had to be a specific trigger if she wasn't lashing out at everyone. His pupils contracted sharply. His fingertips turned pale as he gripped the phone even tighter. The psychologist might be working for Clayton. I waited a moment, but when Deangelo remained silent, I sighed quietly. "Mr. Cote, a mentally stable person doesn't suddenly develop a psychiatric disorder for no reason. You mig