Brendan looked solemn. "Are you sure that my emotions will no longer get out of control after the counseling?"

Emily smiled confidently. "Instead of doubting, Mr. Brighthall, why don't you try it yourself? You'll know then."

Brendan was skeptical. Emily lit the incense, which exuded a pungent smell. Especially since the window was closed, Brendan's mood unexpectedly relaxed when he smelled it.

Emily took a pocket watch out of her bag and put it in front of Brendan. "Mr. Brighthall, let's start."

Brendan fainted, and after an unknown period of time, he gradually woke up. His head was a little heavy, but his body was relaxed.

"I fell asleep?"

Emily was originally sitting far away, but when she heard this, she came over. "Yes, Mr. Brighthall. You were too stressed out and fell asleep quickly during the counseling."

Brendan held his forehead. He hadn't slept so soundly for a long time.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Ten hours."

Brendan's pupils shrank sharply. Ten hours?

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