?Chapter 561:


    In a gentle voice, Cole called out, “Liana.”


    Elliana responded indifferently, “Mr. Evans, we’re divorced now. Please don’t call me like that. It just makes things ufortable for both of us.”


    Cole moved his wheelchair closer to her, his eyes as soft as his tone. “You’re still really upset with me, aren’t you?”


    Elliana kept her expression calm. “Mr. Evans, let’s not dwell on what happened before. I’m someone who knows how to let things go. We’ve divorced, so now we should just go our separate ways and find our own peace. I only showed up today because I’m interested in researching Psychephrenia, and I’d like to discuss a treatment arrangement with you.”


    Her words shut down any chance Cole had to make amends. No gentle plea from him could sway her. The day she chose to leave, she had made up her mind to teach him a lesson—wanting him to remember the kind of person she was and for him never to repeat the same mistake. Otherwise, with so many years ahead, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t push her aside again when faced with a simr situation. Being abandoned once was upsetting enough. She wouldn’t let it happen a second time.


    Cole studied her face for a long moment. “What kind of arrangement do you have in mind?”


    Elliana reached into her bag and pulled out a file, handing it over.


    Cole took the document and saw “Doctor-patient Treatment Agreement” written at the top.


    Elliana remarked firmly, “I’ve been researching Psychephrenia for years, but I haven’t had a real clinical case to try out my methods. When I learned you were diagnosed, I wanted to ask if you’d be willing to let me take your case for treatment. Will you agree?”


    Without thinking twice, Cole said, “Yes, I agree.” He went ahead and signed his name on the agreement, not even bothering to check the details.


    Elliana couldn’t help but tease him, “Mr. Evans, you really should read everything before you put your name down. Who knows? I might sell you off without your knowledge!”


    Cole just chuckled. “Do as you please.” His easyugh made it clear he didn’t believe she’d ever go through with it.


    With a little pout, Elliana tucked the agreement back into her bag. “Alright then, we’re officially doctor and patient now. To start your treatment, I’ll need to take a sample of your blood.”


    Cole lifted his arm and pushed up his sleeve, ready for whatever she needed.


    Elliana grabbed the necessary supplies from her medical kit and began drawing his blood. Cole sat quietly the entire time, his eyes never leaving her face, full of warmth and trust.


    As soon as her fingers brushed against his skin, he felt a gentle rush in his chest. He had believed he might never cross paths with her again, yet now they were right here together. Memories danced through his mind—moments of cuddling on the couch, kisses that left them both breathless. His mouth suddenly felt parched, his cheeks turned warm, and he sensed his pulse racing.


    Elliana stayed focused on the task,pletely absorbed in making sure everything was done correctly. After finishing, she pressed a cotton ball to his arm and instructed, “Keep pressure on this spot for five minutes.”


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