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.

embarrassed with his hand freezing in mid-air. Upon seeing that scene, Luna quickly said, “President Snow, these are some documents I need you to sign

casual clothes, she sat down on

looked bland, on the table. Jessica threw a look at it. She had an IV infusion with an empty stomach in the wee hours, so her stomach was not feeling too great. She took the porridge and sipped it without pretending.

voice, “I’ve seen a doctor at the hospital and collected my medicine. Both of you may leave after visiting me. You should

to look after you,” Harold said with a soft voice, “By the way, did you catch a cold because of the accident last night? When I called you yesterday, you answered the call but didn’t say anything for

and

you pick it up?” A strange look washed over Harold’s face. “Around

Forrest 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 have sent

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