The staff went to bring in the psychologist Jane Bell had invited, and Olivia Parker glanced sideways at Kasper Edith.
Jane Bell was more troublesome than they had imagined. Could he handle it this time?
Kasper Edith tilted his head slightly, still wearing a mischievous smile. It was hard to tell whether he was confident or indifferent.
Reese Harris and Oliver Palmer's gaze was even more eager than Olivia's. Yet, despite their urgency, at this moment, neither of them dared to express even a hint of worry, let alone help him.
The psychologist walked in, a cultured young man in his early thirties, with gold-rimmed glasses resting on a high nose bridge, and a face full of scholarly charm.
Behind the lenses, his eyes were dark and profound.
Jane Bell approached and shook hands with him, then introduced the psychologist's name.
