Zion believed that Zachary had developed a psychological issue. He kept deceiving himself, insisting that Tessa still loved him.

Whenever Zion came to see Zachary, he always heard him talking to himself. If he listened carefully, he realized that Zachary was having a conversation with “Tessa”. The problem was that this “Tessa” was a figment of Zachary’s imagination.

Zion patted Zachary’s shoulder. “Zachary, don’t scare me.”

However, Zachary ignored him and continued talking to “Tessa” as if he were having a pleasant conversation. Even during meals, he insisted on setting an extra place, saying that Tessa needed to eat.

Zion tried his best to persuade Zachary to see a psychologist. Zachary adamantly refused. He did not think there was anything wrong with him.

In the end, Zion and Andy had no choice but to tie Zachary up and take him to the hospital.

The psychologist was a woman in her 30s named Alison Holloway. She had short, sleek hair and an air of intellectual elegance.

After her lunch break one weekday afternoon, Alison arrived at the hospital on time for her shift. She had just sat down in her office when Zachary was brought in.

As a seasoned psychologist in Rivertown, Alison had encountered many types of patients over the years. Still, patients like Zachary were rare.

Zachary was young, handsome, and wealthy. According to societal norms, the more affluent a person was, the less likely they were to be troubled by love. After all, the rich often had easier access to romantic partners.

There was even a popular joke about it that went, “For the young, successful, Bentley driver, love is just another game.” Indeed, for people of Zachary’s status, love was often insignificant compared to power, status, and wealth.

When it came to treatment, Zachary displayed extreme resistance.

“What are you doing? I’m not sick. Let me go! I want to go home!” Zachary shouted.

Alison felt a headache coming on. She realized the severity of the issue. Zachary was not just sick; he was seriously ill.

Alison quickly did her job, using her professional approach to communicate with Zachary. The agitated Zachary gradually calmed down and began to follow her train of thought.

Alison told Zachary that his current mental state was dangerous. In his present

condition, he was at risk of engaging in extreme behaviors.

Zachary let out a bitter laugh. “To be honest, I already have.”

Alison frowned.

Zachary murmured, “A few days ago, I tried to end my life. Unfortunately, I failed.”

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeve and showed the psychologist a ghastly scar on his left wrist. “This scar is proof of my love for her.”

Alison pressed her fingers to her forehead in frustration. “Acting like this will only make her hate you more. Nobody likes someone who is so extreme.”

“Yes, she told me herself. She said I should not do something like that again. Doctor, does that mean she still cares about me?” Zachary replied softly, lowering his sleeve.

Rather than indulging his thoughts, Alison skillfully redirected the conversation, guiding Zachary’s thoughts in another direction.

Patiently, she began the process of therapy. The session lasted for about four hours.

At the end of it, Alison offered sincere advice. She suggested that Zachary try to distance himself from that relationship and the person he was fixated on.

Alison told him he needed to refocus his life and stop directing all his attention toward that person.