"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

an important meeting in half an hour, and we don't even know how we're going to manage it." Lydia

Whatever it is, let's talk about it face-to-face! It's not what you think!" she shouted, hitting the door so hard her

"Miss Lydia, you should stop. Look at your hand, it's

to knock until suddenly, the door

this? If I didn't open the door, you didn't need to keep knocking." "That's not an option!" Lydia retorted, refusing to back down.

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

heating up. The water uncoiling yet, but the uncertainty was unbearable. She was caught in a painful limbo, waiting for the inevitable, unsure if things would

spoke up, "Quincy, you've probably seen what's

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