Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 231: Years later, when Ethan sought her out for therapy, it had come as a complete surprise. But the real shock came during her evaluations-Ethan's psychological issues weren't just a passing phase or something that could be addressed with a few sessions. He didn't just have psychological challenges; he had profound emotional disorders. Ethan was different, almost entirely devoid of the emotional range most people possess. The description "emotionless like a robot" wasn't far from the truth.

She had encouraged him to try to live like an ordinary person, to engage with others and experience genuine human connections. At first, it seemed to be working. But today's session proved otherwise. "I've been digging into my mother's death," Ethan admitted, his voice calm and detached. "It wasn't an accident. Roger was involved." Noelle almost dropped her pen. "What did you just say?" Her voice was tight with shock. "So this is the trigger. Your mother's death has always been central to your struggles, and Roger's influence only made it worse.

You need to view his teachings critically, Ethan." "I know." "But here's the problem," Noelle pressed. "You don't fully understand what's wrong with it. You've internalized his warped perspective for so long. Spend more time with people who care about you. Observe their joys and struggles. Learn to connect with them, rather than clinging to the lies Roger instilled in you." The session dragged on for two hours, and by the end, Noelle felt a pang of regret for not trying harder to intervene all those years ago.

gαℓησνs․cо, your storytelling home Ethan had been treated as nothing more than a tool. Once Roger discovered his business acumen, he isolated him, forcing him to focus solely on studies. Ethan had no childhood, no friends, only endless expectations. Roger had even told him his mother was mentally ill, that she wanted to kill him because he was a burden. If he didn't want to be a burden, he had to be useful. It was no wonder Ethan saw people in two categories: useful or useless. "In your case, I think you should open up to your wife," Noelle suggested.

"She could have a positive influence on you." Ethan didn't respond, but her words stayed with him. As he sat in his car later, the conversation replayed in his mind. Finally, he started the engine and drove home. When he arrived, the house was quiet. The living room was empty, and no sound came from upstairs. Hana had left a single serving of food on the dining table. "Where's Nyla?" Ethan asked, glancing at the meal. Hana looked up from her cleaning. "She said she had something to take care of and would be back later. She mentioned informing you earlier." . . .