Quincy mentioned there was trouble at work, so naturally, Lydia asked a few questions. But he didn't want to say much, leaving her no choice but to let it go. "Alright, just come home soon," she finally said.

After they hung up, there was a knock at the door, followed by the concerned voice of the housekeeper.

"Ma'am, I've made some chicken soup. Would you like some?"

Lydia opened the door and let her in to set the soup on the table. The housekeeper was about to leave, but she hesitated, as if she had something on her mind. "What is it, Mrs. Clinton?" Lydia asked.

Mrs. Clinton hesitated for a moment before replying, "A man called earlier. When I asked who he was, he hung up right away."

"Maybe he dialed the wrong number?"

"That's what I thought too. But he called several times," she said, looking at Lydia with uncertainty. "I thought he might be trying to reach someone."

Quincy hadn't come home yet, and aside from Mrs. Clinton, she was the only one

for her? But how would anyone know the

her expression darkened.

calls again, don't answer. In fact, just unplug the

that still required a cord. Unplugging it would stop

the middle of the night, she stirred, feeling a faint tickling sensation. When she opened her eyes, the soft light from earlier

The moment she fully woke

groggy voice, "Quincy? Why didn't you wake me when

want to disturb you," Quincy replied

position, resting her head on his lap. Quincy gently helped her

felt an overwhelming sense of peace. After some time, she broke

notices to a few influencers, and we've issued a statement explaining the photos

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