Chapter 722
Chapter 722:
The two men moved forward, their steps purposeful as they entered the grand interior of the Elliott Mansion.
Millie had spent considerable time with Rita, their session stretching through the afternoon. Rita had attempted hypnotherapy twice, but both efforts had crumbled against Millie’s fractured psyche.
Rita’s features darkened with frustration and worry.
Millie had been making steady progress until this catastrophic setback dragged her into a much more precarious condition.
“I continue to strongly recommend immediate hospitalization and intensive treatment,” Rita declared with professional authority.
However, Millie refused, shaking her head with stubborn determination. “There are countless responsibilities that demand my attention right now p>
She carried the weight of the contest victory, the reclamation of the Bennett family’s stolen legacy pressing heavily on her shoulders. Her concert required meticulous preparation, Elliott Group’s innovative products needed her oversight, and Ari depended on her care. These obligations formed an overwhelming tapestry of duty and determination. Rita, staying updated on the breaking news developments, knew that Millie’s dramatic saga had saturated every corner of the city’s consciousness.
Understanding the impossible position Millie was in, Rita chose not to press the argument further. She methodically gathered her medical equipment and explained, “Mr. Elliott has graciously arranged accommodations for me within the mansion grounds, specifically in the adjacent building, alongside the personal physician. Should discomfort overwhelm you, please summon me immediately p>
“Maintain your medication schedule religiously,” Rita emphasized, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I will monitor your compliance closely. Your condition has shifted dramatically—skipping doses could be catastrophic. Do you understand this p>
Millie’s gaze dropped to her folded hands as she nodded reluctantly.
“I will be returning daily in the coming weeks to attempt hypnosis and explore alternative therapeutic approaches. Should these methods prove ineffective…” Rita’s voice faltered for a moment before she continued, “We will navigate each challenge as it presents itself p>
𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖙: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗈𝗺
If Millie’s mental state continued its downward spiral, MECT—the modern version of electroconvulsive therapy without muscular convulsions—might become their final resort.
After Rita’s departure, a maid entered to maintain vigilant watch over Millie.
Millie positioned herself against the headboard, her attention drifting toward the window’s panoramic view.
The Elliott Mansion boasted breathtaking grounds, where landscapers had crafted gardens of stunning precision and beauty. Despite this visual feast, a sense of tedium settled over her like a suffocating blanket.
Boredom inevitably triggered the relentless machinery of her mind. Over the years, her thoughts had refused to grant her respite, churning endlessly through both past and present concerns.
Within moments, her mind was flooded with a cascade of worries and memories. Her father’s tragic death haunted her, Brandon’s cruel transformation tormented her, the Bennett family’s stolen legacy demanded justice, the contest agreement loomed ominously, Elliott Group’s product launch required her expertise, and her concert preparation consumed the last of her dwindling energy reserves.
These burdens struck her consciousness like relentless lashes, each one driving her forward with merciless persistence, refusing to allow her a moment’s peace.