"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.

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

not like this," the assistant 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

open the door! Whatever it is, let's talk about it face-to-face! It's not what you think!" she

gently advised, "Miss Lydia, you should stop. Look at your hand, it's all red. Quincy would never want you to hurt

continuing to knock until suddenly, the door swung

"Why do you always hurt yourself like this? If I didn't

only asking if it hurt. He showed concern, but there was no sign that he had seen the rumors online, and Lydia

water that was slowly heating up. The water uncoiling yet, but the uncertainty was unbearable. She was caught in a painful limbo, waiting for the

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

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