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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.

someone be looking for her? But how would

Eugene, and her expression darkened. Just thinking about him put her in a

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

required a cord. Unplugging it would stop the calls entirely.

before long, she drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night, she stirred, feeling a faint tickling sensation. When

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

to disturb you,"

helped her get more comfortable, and they sat quietly

faint scent

sense of peace. After some time, she broke the silence. "How's the situation with the

and we've issued a

believe it?" Lydia asked, hesitating and feeling a wave

were real. Eugene wouldn't stoop to something as trivial as editing photos. He had