Lilian froze for a moment.
Ever since that day at the hospital—when the psychologist refused to continue seeing her and indirectly revealed that Alexander had instructed him not to contact him regarding her anymore—she had understood something clearly.
Alexander no longer wanted to see her.
After realizing her emotional breakdowns were no longer effective, she had no choice but to pretend her condition was stabilizing while quietly waiting for another opportunity.
But now—
Alexander had come to see her himself.
Joy instantly swept away her exhaustion.
"I-I'll come down right now!"
She hurriedly threw off her blanket and rushed toward the mirror.
Her long hair was messy from sleep, and her pale face still carried traces of fatigue.
She wore a thin floral nightdress that fell above her knees, soft and delicate.
After hesitating briefly, she quickly applied lipstick, grabbed a jacket, and rushed downstairs with her keys.
