Marvel: Psychiatrist

Chapter 37 George was shocked! Are you Lorien?

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"Good question, Gwen's dad," Lorien thought quickly. He realized he needed to navigate this conversation carefully. Acting too clever might put George on edge. It was wiser to let George uncover the details on his own. This approach would make Lorien appear modest and unassuming, which was precisely what he wanted.

Lorien responded calmly, "I went there with a friend."

That was true. Stephen Strange was his friend. Lorien wasn't lying or stretching the truth.

George nodded, satisfied with the answer. "Ah, your friends must be impressive as well."

Why was George pleased? Because in his experience, those attending such events in groups or with mentors were often interns, assistants, or students. But going with a friend suggested professionalism and independence. This implied that Lorien was likely a doctor, and his friend probably was too. This revelation was a relief to George, as it showed that his daughter's circle included competent and accomplished people.

George didn't want his daughter associating with street kids or those with uncertain futures. But friends who were doctors? That was highly reassuring.

As they continued their walk, their conversation deepened. George grew increasingly impressed with Lorien. He seemed almost ready to declare Lorien his future son-in-law right there on the street!

They wandered down the street until they came upon an Oak Bar. Not all bars in the U.S. are loud, dance-centric establishments. Many have their own unique themes and atmospheres. Some, like whiskey bars, specialize in specific beverages. The Oak Bar they found was known for its wines aged in oak barrels.

This bar was charmingly rustic, decorated entirely in oak wood. Inside, it was peaceful, with the gentle tunes of a radio playing in the background. It was the perfect place for a quiet chat.

They entered, and since George had invited Lorien, he took care of the bill.

"Would you like something to drink? Can you handle alcohol?" George asked.

"Sure, I don't drink often, though. Something light would be nice."

"Two light drinks, please," George told the bartender.

Soon, two large one-liter glasses were placed before them, each with a sturdy handle perfect for holding. They both took a sip.

George observed Lorien closely. Lorien's admission that he didn't drink much fit well with George's image of a responsible and thoughtful individual—attributes George highly valued.

After taking a sip, George opened up, "Honestly, I was worried Gwen might not choose her friends wisely. But seeing you now, I'm relieved."

Lorien took a sip and replied, "Mr. George, Gwen is very smart. You shouldn't see her as the little girl she once was. She's growing up and forming her own ideas. Your role should be to guide her, not to control her."

George's eyes lit up at Lorien's words. This young man had wisdom beyond his years.

"You're right," George agreed. "That's why I don't restrict her from making friends. But I need to ensure she chooses the right ones. Of course, I don't mean you in a negative sense."

"You see, as a police officer, I've witnessed a lot of society's darker side. It makes me worry about her safety and future."

Lorien nodded understandingly, taking another sip. "You're absolutely right. It's crucial to raise daughters well, focusing on their character and education. That's how you help them become strong and good people."

"You must have supported her decision to attend that medical exchange meeting?"

Lorien's comments struck a chord with George. He was deeply impressed by Lorien's insight and maturity, which were far beyond what he expected from someone his age.

"Yes, exactly," George admitted, putting down his glass. "I wanted her to meet accomplished individuals at the exchange."

As they spoke, George checked the time. It was nearing 11 pm. He knew that coming home too late might not sit well with Gwen's mother. So, he decided to ask directly, "By the way, I don't think I caught your name?"

"Lorien," Lorien replied with a knowing smile. "Didn't Gwen mention it?"

"Wait a moment!" George's eyes widened as recognition dawned on him. "Lorien... Gwen has talked about you at the dinner table! This is your name?"

The moment Lorien mentioned his name, George, the police chief, connected the dots. Gwen had spoken of a 'Lorien' before, but he hadn't pieced it together due to his preoccupation with the Lizardman case.

"Damn it, I should have realized sooner! I've been so caught up with the Lizardman incident!" George muttered to himself.

Then, another realization struck him. "So, your friend is...?"

"Stephen Strange," Lorien confirmed, finishing his drink and placing the glass on the table. "I went to the exchange meeting in his car that day."

George was stunned.

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