Chapter 52-1
Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 52
"Dr. Lewis, please calm down and let go of my sister. Youâre getting tears and snot all over her." Elliot freed Danielle from Morganâs grasp.
Realizing his lapse in composure, Morgan stepped back, his face flushing with embarrassment. âWhat if she thinks poorly of me?â he thought. His excitement had clearly gotten the better of him.
"Iâm so sorry. I got carried away," Morgan mumbled, his usually stoic face softening into a sheepish look as he lowered his head.
Danielle, who had indeed been startled by Morganâs behavior, spoke calmly, "Itâs alright. Just take it easy."
"Danielle," Elliot said with a soft smile, his eyes brimming with affection. "You can start whenever youâre ready."
Danielle nodded before approaching one of the patients. She smiled warmly as she asked, "Whatâs your occupation?" The patient on the bed looked at her with vacant eyes and replied, "I donât know."
With a snap of her fingers, Danielleâs voice grew soothing, almost melodic. "Relax. Now, close your eyes and calm your mind. Youâll only hear my voice. Youâve entered another realm, a vast ocean of energy. Youâre a harbor connected to it, and this energy is yours to guide."
As Danielle spoke, she observed the patientâs reactions closely. "Now, will you use this power to help others? If youâre willing, nod your head."
The patient seemed to be struggling internally, sweat beading on his forehead before he slowly nodded.
"Good. Relax. Do you know the research lab at the border?" Danielle asked.
"Yes," the patient replied.
"Who conducted the experiments on you?"
The patient began trembling violently at the question, his brows knitted in distress.
Danielle said in a soothing voice, "Breathe slowly. Youâre safe here."
"It was a woman," the patient replied.
"Do you remember her name?"
"Professor Sinclair... Many people died..."
Danielleâs expression turned pensive. âVera must be the one conducting the human experiments, she thought. When they raided the Wulf Clanâs research facility, her team had only reported seeing Hugh, meaning Vera had already fled.
"Alright, Iâll clap three times. Youâll open your eyes on the third clap," Danielle said.
On the third clap, the patient appeared to struggle, but Danielle snapped her fingers again, and he opened his eyes.
"Danielle, thank you for help," Elliot said, his tone warm and tender.