Chapter 426

In another room, Anderson was wearing a pair of earphones and watching the scene before him. "Psychiatrists sure have an easy way to make money," Mayra said as she sat on the couch. She listened to the hypnotizing sound of the clock ticking and saw a drawing with a pen next to it. "That's drawn by a nine-year-old girl who has claustrophobia. You can try drawing as well." Curious, Mayra asked, "Can you tell how a person feels just from a drawing?" Jensen nodded. "Of course. Drawing is a way of venting, and we can convey our emotions through drawing as well. Do you want to try?" "Not interested." Mayra felt that all psychiatrists were scammers. She sat on the couch and flipped through a random book. Twenty-five minutes passed, and no one said a word. She set the book down, preparing to leave. "Can I leave now?" "You can leave whenever you want. If you're feeling a little tired, you can nap here as well." "No thanks." She went to the door and turned the door knob. Just then, th