"Miss Lydia, are you alright? Maybe you should go to the hospital or call Mr. Quincy."

"The stuff online isn't always true, don't worry too much about it."

"Yeah, don't let it get to you."

The people who were gossiping just moments ago suddenly acted concerned, crowding around Lydia with worried faces. But their concern didn't warm her, it left her feeling cold.

Ignoring their offers to help, Lydia grabbed one of the employees from the planning department and asked, "Where is Quincy?"

The planning department was right next to Quincy's office. The employee informed her that Quincy was inside his office, but the door was locked.

Lydia rushed over, leaving the group behind. When she arrived, she found the door locked, and even Quincy's assistant was standing outside, unable to enter. "Miss Lydia, you're here! We can't get in. Quincy saw something on his phone earlier and then locked us all out," the assistant explained, frustration clear in his voice. "He's never like this." Lydia muttered to herself, "He saw something

repeated, shaking his head in annoyance. "I hope he opens the door soon. There's an important meeting in half an hour, and we don't even know how we're going to manage it." Lydia

not what you think!"

should stop. Look at your hand,

Lydia didn't listen, continuing to knock until suddenly, the door swung

taking her hand into his, his face showing concern. He scolded her lightly but his tone was gentle, "Why do you always hurt yourself like this? If I didn't open the

say much, only asking if it hurt. He showed concern, but there was no sign

moment, Lydia felt like she was being thrown into a pot of water that was slowly heating up. The water uncoiling yet, but the uncertainty was unbearable. She was caught in a painful limbo, waiting for

spoke up, "Quincy, you've probably seen

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