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She exclaimed, Ah, I remember now! Youre Doctor Huntleys girlfriend, right? Shari paused, her expression shifting subtly.

She slowly turned back to face Tilda.

You knew Harrison? Tilda adjusted her glasses, memories flooding back.

During my senior year of high school, I endured some rather distressing experiences and grappled with psychological issues.

I consulted a psychologist for some time, and Doctor Huntley was the one who guided me through those dark days.

The memory of those times was marked by shadows; Ivy had caused grievous harm to Keanu, and Renata had covertly settled the damages.

Crushed by the weight of these events, Tilda had teetered on the brink of depression. It was Elma who had steadfastly escorted her to the psychologist, where, over time and with professional help, she began to reclaim her stability.

During those visits, Shari had been a recurrent figure, her close relationship with Harrison leaving an indelible impression on Tildas memory .

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Library Its a small world, isnt it? I never expected youd remember me, Shari remarked with a gentle smile.

Indeed, it is.

Have you and Doctor Huntley tied the knot yet? Tilda asked.

No, he has since passed away, Shari responded, her gaze dropping to mask the swell of emotions within.

What? How did it happen? Tilda asked, shock etching her features.

He was shot in Boblyae, Shari replied.

Sorry for your loss, Tilda sighed.

Its okay.

Shari managed a smile before turning to leave.noveldrama

Once out of sight, she found herself in a secluded spot, staring into the void, her fingers slowly clenching as she wrestled with her thoughts.

Just then, the sound of whistling pierced her reverie. Kyson approached, a basketball casually spinning in his hand.

Noticing Shari, his steps faltered, his body tensing ever so slightly.

Hello, Shari.

Snapping back to reality, Shari forced a smile and asked, Did you just finish playing basketball? Yes, Kyson muttered, his gaze shifting uncomfortably away from her.

Shari stepped closer, noting his disheveled, sweaty appearance.

She reached into her pocket, pulling out a tissue.

Look at you, all sweaty.