Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Once Jessica returned to her old house, she texted her secretary to inform her that she would take a day off today and that her secretary could come to look for her at her house if there was anything important.

After a shower, Jessica went back to her bed and slept.

She did not know how long she had slept when she was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. She sat up with difficulty, only to find that her legs hurt when she bent them. It hurt so much that it felt as though something had tore.

When she finally put on her clothes and walked to the door to open it, she saw her secretary, Luna, and Harold.

Harold was holding some food in one hand and flowers in another. He asked with concern, “Luna said you’re sick, so I came over to visit you. How are you feeling?”

As he was speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Jessica’s forehead.

frown. Harold was a little embarrassed with his hand freezing in mid-air. Upon seeing that scene, Luna quickly said, “President Snow, these are some

clothes, she sat down on

her stomach was not feeling too great. She took the porridge and sipped it without pretending. “Which part of your body doesn’t feel well? Do you need me to call the doctor over?” Harold secretly glanced around. There was no trace of a man living here, and he

took the documents and started flipping through them. Then, she said with a hoarse voice, “I’ve seen a doctor at the hospital and collected my medicine. Both of you may leave after visiting me. You should

you

Jessica looked up and asked, “When

pick it up?” A strange look washed over Harold’s face. “Around 10:40 p.m. Weren’t you the one who

behaved like a madman after he returned home last night. She could roughly piece everything together from what Harold was saying. Harold must have said that he should

was rather disappointed. One call was all it took for Forrest to suspect her and even