Chapter 628

Chapter 628:
She longed to pull her hands back, but his steady grip prevented any escape.
“Let me go,” she pleaded softly, her voice tinged with reproach.
Milton tenderly caressed the back of her hand, sending an involuntary shiver through her.
“When you applied the medicine to me just now, I noticed your hands trembled less. That means you can manage without medication. You should avoid taking it in the future,” he advised, recalling his research and consultations with doctors.
He knew that over one-third of trauma stress disorder patients suffered from chronic ailments and never fully recovered. More than half also struggled with drug abuse, anxiety, and depression.
The path to a complete cure was far from simple.
“I…” Candice began, but hesitated and fell silent.
Milton asked, “Did you have any unusual experiences during your childhood? That, along with the car accident, might be why your PTSD symptoms persist.”
These were his theories and observations. Perhaps another hidden cause was blocking her recovery. He felt driven to uncover the root of the problem to offer a true cure.
Candice glanced at Milton and said, “Have you become a psychologist now?”
Milton frowned and said, “I’m asking you something. Answer me.”
Candice shook her head and admitted, “I don’t remember. I have no recollection of anything from my childhood.”
The absence of those memories troubled her. The psychologist had noticed it too, but she truly couldn’t recall. With her parents now gone, there was no one to verify her past.
All she knew was that she feared being alone in a dark room and disliked the cold.
These innate, perhaps subconscious fears had always been with her.
Maybe something had happened during her childhood, and later, being confined in the cold storage during junior high had triggered feelings of fear and helplessness. Still, the details of her childhood escaped her completely, as if she had consciously blocked those memories.
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Milton narrowed his eyes, confirming his suspicions.
It seemed he was right. Her condition was likely incurable given these factors. To achieve full recovery, he needed to uncover the root of her affliction.
But above all, the most urgent matter was to find out if his mother really had pushed her down the stairs, causing the devastating miscarriage. If he failed to discover the truth, he would become one more who had caused her pain.
With these thoughts, he clasped her hand, tightening his grip just a little.
His palm was hot, radiating a comforting warmth.
Candice looked away and urged, “Hurry and put on your clothes, or others might misunderstand what we’re doing.”
Milton chuckled softly and replied, “No misunderstandings here, my dear. It’s simply the truth.”
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