"I..."
"Sumr, in front of , you don’t have to pretend to be so strong..." Damian Knight said, suddenly realizing that what he said was a bit uncharacteristic, quickly adding, "In front of , even pretending is pointless, no one’s disguise can escape my eyes. So, you might as well save your efforts."
Sumr was a bit moved by Damian Knight at first, but now her expression turned cold: "Thank you for helping save energy, but I’m really not upset."
She never told others about her vulnerabilities.
Damian Knight gave her a deep look, feeling so inexplicable frustration inside.
He was about to speak when the door was knocked on again.
"Shh." Damian Knight made a gesture for silence.
Sumr understood and hid back into the bedroom.
But just as she entered, she heard Damian Knight say, "Co out, one of our own."
Sumr quickly pushed the door and returned to the living room, only to see the man with glasses she had seen before at the Kingston Family standing in the living room, holding a tissue wrapped around Henry Stanton’s hair.
The man picked it up, sniffed it, and wrinkled his nose, saying, "Why does it sll?"
Sumr’s face flushed; she had placed it under her shoe, so naturally it had so sll...
Just as she awkwardly didn’t know how to explain, Damian Knight calmly said, "Your cleanliness is too severe, I just held it for a few minutes. If it has a sll... it’s probably my body scent."
Sumr’s expression froze: "..."
Isaac Ross didn’t think much, put the paper wad into his pocket, then his eyes landed on Sumr, paused for a few seconds, then looked at Damian Knight, who was wrapped only in a towel, with so surprise in his eyes.
"What are you two...?"
"A bit of personal business, need to keep it from so people."
"So it seems this lady needs a DNA test." Isaac Ross reached out to Sumr: "I’ll need a strand of your hair too."
Sumr imdiately plucked a strand of her own hair and handed it to Isaac Ross.
Isaac Ross took a piece of paper, wrapped the hair in it, then looked at Damian Knight and said, "That guy at the hospital... tried all kinds of therapies, still not working. The doctor says he has severe post-traumatic stress disorder, very complicated to treat, will take at least a year."
"A year?" Damian Knight’s brow imdiately furrowed, saying, "That’s too long, we can’t wait."
At this mont, Sumr stepped forward and asked: "Post-traumatic stress disorder?"
Sumr’s sudden question made Isaac Ross a little displeased, pushing up his glasses.
To him, won were trouble.
But since Sumr was Damian Knight’s friend, he had a bit more patience with her than with other won.
However, because the other two guys at the hospital had been arguing with Sumr several tis today, giving him a headache, he was sowhat impatient with her.
"Our private matter, Miss Monroe should not..."
Isaac Ross’s words were interrupted by Damian Knight raising his hand.
Isaac Ross was puzzled, only to hear Damian Knight look at Sumr and ask: "You know about post-traumatic stress disorder?"
Sumr nodded, saying: "Post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as PTSD. I’ve had so friends abroad... actually, a couple, who have been researching it. They’ve been looking into traditional dicine treatnts for it. In my free ti, I follow them, learning a bit here and there."
Isaac Ross asked in shock: "This is a ntal disorder, using traditional dicine? Are you kidding?"
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