The female patient was just as calm as Nicole. She laughed, exchanged pleasantries, and mingled like a normal person.

There was nothing unusual, but her arms were full of self-inflicted scars.

It was shocking.

That was why the psychiatrist called Nicole right away.

It was not that he had never seen such patients before. He was just worried that some patients would make themselves seem better than they were to mislead him.

He would misunderstand that they were going in a good direction, but in fact, their condition could be worse.

The psychiatrist panicked when he did not hear Nicole’s response.

“Ms. Stanton, you...”

Nicole coughed and finally spoke.

Her voice was nonchalant, somewhat hoarse, and steady.

“Sorry, I was replying to an email just now. Don’t worry. I’m fine. I know my body. After this trip, I’ll contact you when I return to Mediania. We can talk about it later, okay?”

The psychiatrist felt that it was strange and kept silent.

He was suspicious.

Was Nicole just