He commented casually, but Memoria could sense something was off.
"You..." Memoria turned her face to look at Connor, "Did you say treatment?"
"Yeah, what you have is psychological fear, it can be treated." Connor smiled encouragingly at her, "You got this!"
Memoria's gaze swept over the card in her hand, eyes pausing on the handwritten serial number on it.
Last night, she remembered clearly, these cards didn't have numbers yet; these should have been added after she left.
Could it be... that Cole did this to help her treat her arachnophobia?
Images from last night flashed before her eyes, and she suddenly understood.
So he did it intentionally to provoke her, just to help her overcome this flaw.
The door gently clicked, and Cole returned.
Memoria instinctively turned her face to look at him, and immediately he rudely shouted over.
"What are you looking at, organize your cards!"
Memoria pouted, stood up and walked into the restroom.
"Can't I go to the toilet?"
