Daphne looked entirely lost. She shook her head in a panic. "Vance, what do you mean by that? Did I do it wrong? What do I do now? What do I do?"Daphne tugged at her hair, thrown into complete panic.Realizing something was wrong, I called for the doctor.After an evaluation, the doctor informed us that the severe trauma had taken a toll on her mental state.Once her wounds healed, her parents had no choice but to admit her to a psychiatric facility for long-term treatment.I visited her a few times early on. Every single time, I could hear her muttering under her breath, "Vance, don't be sad. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I'll never prioritize anyone else over you again. I won't burn your things, I won't yell at you, and I won't lend your money away."Elliot, I'm coming to save you. When you grow up, you can hit me all you want. I'll never go karaoke again."Seeing her like that always left me with a tangled knot of emotions. Eventually, as the demands of the company grew, I s
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