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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."

Lydia's eyes flickered with unease. Quincy hadn't come home yet, and aside from Mrs. Clinton, she was the only one in the house.

looking for her? But how would anyone know

and her expression darkened. Just

he calls again, don't answer. In fact, just unplug the phone," Lydia

still required a cord. Unplugging it would stop the

sleep. In the middle of the night, she stirred, feeling a faint tickling sensation. When she opened her eyes, the soft light from earlier had given way to a

a hand lightly brushing against her. The moment she fully woke up, the hand quickly pulled back, as if caught

Quincy's silhouette beside her and spoke in a groggy voice,

to disturb you," Quincy replied softly.

her head on his lap. Quincy gently helped her get more comfortable, and they sat quietly together for

faint scent of

peace. After some time, she broke the silence. "How's

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

it?" Lydia asked, hesitating and feeling

to something as trivial as editing photos. He had orchestrated everything carefully,