Chapter 790:
Rylie barely had time to react before Lucilla wrapped her in a desperate hug, trembling from head to toe.
Lucilla clung to Rylie with a desperate sort of loyalty, as if nothing else in the world could steady her.
In response, Rylie lifted her hand, gently rubbing Lucilla’s back in soothing circles. Her tone was low and comforting. “You’re safe now. I’m right here with you.”
That simple promise seemed to ground Lucilla. She gripped the sleeve of Rylie’s coat and tucked herself behind her protector, eyes darting nervously at everyone in the room—even Seth, who radiated calm and kindness as he stood from his chair.
Seth, always dressed with understated elegance, wore his usual beige sweater and gold-rimmed glasses, the picture of thoughtful professionalism.
He studied Lucilla’s reaction to Rylie, his gaze betraying a momentary spark of insight and interest.
“Miss Owen, Mr. Morgan,” Seth offered with a courteous nod, though his sharp, assessing gaze lingered on Rylie. “The bond Ms. Avila shares with you is extraordinary. We’ll need every bit of her trust if we’re to help her recover those memories she’s hidden away.”
Brad took up his place at Rylie’s side, a silent sentry. He nodded in return. “We’re counting on your expertise, Mr. Webster.”
With steady hands, Rylie guided Lucilla to a plush armchair, then pulled a seat close across from her. Locking eyes with Lucilla, she spoke gently. “Lucilla, how about we play a game together?”
A faint spark flickered in Lucilla’s eyes as she latched onto the idea, nodding eagerly. “You’ll stay with me the whole time, right? You’ll play too?”
“Of course,” Rylie answered, her words soft but hypnotic. “Just close your eyes and listen to my voice. We’ll go to a special place, just for us.”
Seth, known worldwide for his mastery of psychology and hypnosis, was an expert at leading lost souls toward healing through the gentlest touch.
𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐦
He motioned for Brad and the others to wait by the door, leaving the space hushed—just the steady tick of his watch and the slow, calming breaths of the two women.
Settling in, Rylie reached for Lucilla’s hand and lay back, closing her own eyes as the session began.
Seth’s words drifted through the quiet room, gentle and steady, lulling everyone into a peaceful state.
Instead of diving straight into old wounds, he began by weaving a scene of safety and comfort.
He described sunlight spilling across an endless field, wildflowers nodding softly in the breeze.
With each phrase, Lucilla’s tense posture relaxed, her breathing settling into a calm, even rhythm.
“Let’s walk along this river of memories, nice and slow. There’s no reason to be scared—Miss Owen is right here with you,” Seth assured her, his voice warm and unwavering. “What comes to mind now? Can you describe it for me?”
A shadow of worry passed over Lucilla’s face. She whispered, almost inaudibly, “Rain… so much rain. It never stops.”
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