Sinclair – Ashley's mom – took out the freshly ba

t really wealthy but had enough to get them comfortable lives at the very least. And currently, more than fifty percent of their resources were pumped into Ashley's well-being; hiring those therapists cost a fortune. Although disappointed by the outcome every time, they never gave up

late. She placed side-by-side Ashley's favorite homemade fruit drink prepared by her – fresh carrot juice – and two highball glasses to go with it on a

g in it on the tiled floor. Faster than a comet's tail, she swung the door open. Her face was immediately washed over by a befuddled expression seeing her baby curl in a fetal position on the floor next to h

ey was wrapped safely in her arms. She had her sit on the chair instead; Ashley clung to her like a toddler given the scare. The so-called "best in Chic

you're doing?!" s

e responsible for the ruckus. Her statement drew Elle's attention to her eye color. "They were cont

ot worsen her case!" Elle's eyes

t believe her eyes and ears. Holding Ashley still was pretty difficult and

paused. "Is this a

ed to know for my help to be effective," she answered professionally. "I also needed to know how badly her phobia has deteri

ur definiti

ter leaving such a bad aftertaste, she still had the guts to call that a session. Elle felt like charging and tearing her t

isle. She then turned around. "If you really love your child, quit the

a wi

ours la

about that lady. She may end up dr

her and get

erved," Emerson w

u back later.

y express her dissatisfaction with her cheeky behavior. Emerson was one of their part-time servants who came to help around the house in the mornings and got off work in the evenings. Tak

adam?" she asked innocent

merson was new and still trying to adjust so she

anned, and she wasn't expecting any deliveries. So who could that be? The stairw

neighbor who lived next door. Visits we

good day to you too." They exc

off work. Is

hle

d to regain composure? Or was there suddenly another Ashley under her roof? Her visage didn't fail to portra

at the moment. You

tion. He took out his phone pres

tinctively turned around. "Ashley! Are you okay?" she

" she beckon

t? You just had an episode." she

s away from catching any sleep after all.

sti

houlders. "Carson's no stranger. Let him in." What a child! Sh

to Carson, she called. She had no choi