Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Emily left the police station at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Jonathan said that even if she didn't want to take time off, she should at least go home and get some good rest and sleep.

With so many people around, Emily couldn't really argue back—otherwise, wouldn't that be disrespecting her boss?

She went to her therapist's office.

The therapist was quite surprised to see Emily again, "I thought you didn't need me anymore."

"No, I've just been pretty busy lately."

Out of the corner of her eye, Emily noticed several fluffy stuffed animals on the therapist's desk, looking quite adorable.

She instinctively reached out and picked up a pink plushie, squeezing it in her hands. The soft, squishy texture was really stress-relieving.

Seeing a faint smile on Emily's face, the therapist smiled too, "Actually, I've thought for a while now that you don't need to come see me anymore. I think you're psychologically very healthy. Your line of work exposes you to all kinds of people, so it's normal to have emotions and feel pressure."

"But I still have insomnia."

Emily let out a long sigh and voiced her anxiety and unease.

She looked at the therapist, her eyes full of worry, "Sometimes when I see those suspects, I can't help but doubt myself—wondering if these things happened because we weren't capable enough."

"That's not true. You absolutely shouldn't think that way. Bad people keep appearing in this world. Wherever there are good people, there will be bad people—just like the sunlight and darkness outside. Where there's sunlight, there will be shadows. You need to understand that everything in this world exists in opposition."

The therapist gently patted Emily's shoulder and made her a cup of caramel latte.

Usually, Emily was used to drinking iced coffee. Sometimes when work got too busy and there was no time to rest, she'd just drink espresso.

Some people said espresso tasted like cigarette ash water—bitter and astringent. But only that could help her stay fully focused, maintain her concentration, and avoid mistakes.

But Emily didn't mind the caramel latte from the therapist's office. It was warm, comfortable to drink, and her mouth was filled with the rich aroma.

"I don't know why, but every time I come to your office, I feel especially at ease."

Emily looked steadily at the doctor in front of her, speaking softly.

The therapist sighed and stood up, "Actually, the coffee I use here is the cheapest, lowest-end product. You know, I don't have many patients, and my salary isn't high, so... you're viewing me through rose-colored glasses, which is why you think my coffee tastes good."

Hearing the doctor's words, she fell into thought.

Rose-colored glasses?

Was that really it?

When Emily was leaving the therapist's office, the doctor walked her to the door, "You don't need to spend so much money booking appointments with me in the future. Just come find me directly, like a friend. We can just chat—that would be nice. Besides, I'm quite curious about those thrilling and exciting things that happen to you as a police officer every day."

"Okay."

Emily smiled and nodded in agreement.

She went home, took a shower, and rested for a bit before receiving news that Oscar and Terrence had already returned.

The children rescued from Lumaria couldn't come back to their side yet.

This case had attracted international attention and media coverage.

After the children were brought back, they needed to be sent to Harbor City first, which had the world's most advanced testing equipment. They needed to check not only their bodies but also their brains.

Jonathan said what they feared most was that those criminals had secretly given the children prohibited drugs, which would cause irreversible brain damage to the kids at such a young age.

Emily's heart raced hearing this, but there was nothing she could do right now except wait quietly for the results.

Bronte and the others had been sent to the state police station, where a special task force would handle the interrogation.

Suddenly Emily had free time, even feeling relaxed with nothing to do each day.

Cases involving catching thieves didn't require their involvement at all, and no one from the station had notified Emily that she needed to take action.

Emily enjoyed the freedom, working a simple routine, and even had time to browse the flea market after work.

That afternoon, she brought a potted plant she'd bought from the flea market to the police station.

Seeing Emily arrive holding a large bunch of flowers, Delilah was amazed and ran upstairs to the office.

"Is Oscar starting to pursue our Officer Johnson? Because I saw Emily coming in holding such a big bouquet of flowers. Oh my god, you guys don't know..."

She described it all vividly.

Sitting in the corner, William's face darkened, looking displeased. He raised an eyebrow and looked in their direction, "During work hours, instead of handling official business, you're here gossiping?"

Hearing William say this, Delilah looked curious and quickly walked over to him, "Captain Brown, aren't you curious at all about who sent those flowers?"

"Not curious."

William answered without hesitation.

Daniel, sitting in a chair nearby, couldn't help but laugh, "If you ask me, it's actually pretty good for Emily to find a boyfriend who's not in our line of work. If he were, how boring would that be? Talking about cases at work, then still talking about cases after work—that would be really dull. Plus, this Terrence seems pretty young."

"You're idle too."

William mocked Daniel and grabbed a stack of case files from the desk and handed them to him, "All of these need to be translated. Apparently, Bronte's case has attracted international police attention, so... good luck."

"You've got to be kidding me, William. You're clearly settling personal scores. You know very well that I get a headache every time I see so many case files, and you still give me this much work."

Daniel protested and quickly followed William out the door.

As soon as they opened the door, they ran into Emily coming toward them with flowers.

Emily smiled awkwardly and hugged the flowers tighter to her chest. She had bought them with the pot and all, and the bottom was filled with soil, making it quite heavy.

This made it really difficult for her to carry them up from downstairs—she almost dropped the flowers on the ground.

Seeing Emily holding such a large bunch of lilies, William's deep gaze paused.

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a questioning tone, "Next time someone sends you flowers, don't bring them to the police station. Someone might be allergic."

"Someone's allergic?"

Hearing William's words, Emily looked around suspiciously.

Having worked with everyone for so long, she really hadn't heard of anyone being allergic to lilies.