Sophie Sullivan hesitated slightly, "Are you sure there are no problems with the affairs in Country F?"
"No problem, don’t worry about it."
The imposter is busy marrying Liam Donald, how would they have ti to care whether he goes to find them or not.
At that ti, his absence might make her feel more at ease, without having to be on guard dealing with him.
Lucifer coming to see her made Sophie Sullivan naturally delighted, and after hanging up the phone, she beca even more eager for this last chance at surgery.
...
After that night of drunkenness by the riverbank, Fluffy Zane stayed at ho, not stepping outside.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go out, but she was sick.
The evening wind by the riverbank that night eventually made her fall ill.
The physical exhaustion, coupled with the accumulation of emotions inside her, made this illness seem like it was going to completely bring her down.
Mrs. Zane was extrely worried; she vividly rembered the scene that night when Jim Jones escorted her ho.
Fluffy Zane, reeking of alcohol and completely drunk, was supported back by Jim Jones, truly wasted, crying and shouting William Guillen’s na incessantly.
Mrs. Zane looked on with a heart full of pain, managing with difficulty to settle her down, only for her to vomit again.
That night, she was vomiting and crying, causing a commotion the entire night.
The next day, she fell ill, her body temperature fluctuating up and down, hovering between a high fever and a low fever.
The illness ca on strong, and despite several days of dicine, there was no sign of improvent.
Mrs. Zane wiped tears away quietly, worried that if this continued, her little life would be at risk.
"Fluffy, Mum made so chicken soup for you, please have a little, won’t you?" Mrs. Zane brought a freshly cooked bowl of chicken soup to the bedside, persuading softly, "You’ve been eating nothing these days, how can your body take it? Already sick, why put your body through more strain and worry your mother?"
Fluffy Zane lay listlessly on the bed, as if she hadn’t heard her, or perhaps heard but was too weak to respond.
Mrs. Zane turned her face away, forcing the tears in her eye sockets back, taking a deep breath and saying, "It’s okay if you don’t want to drink it. Mum won’t force you. I’ll leave the chicken soup here, and you can have it whenever you feel like it, alright?"
She got up and left the bedroom.
Mrs. Zane went downstairs and paced back and forth in the living room, finally deciding to call William Guillen.
Emotional wounds need emotional redies, and even if William doesn’t like her, given the family connection, he should co and visit her.
Unable to respond to her feelings, at the very least, he should encourage her as a friend, helping her out of her predicant.
The telephone was answered by the secretary, "Hello, Mrs. Zane, I’m the secretary of President Guillen."
"Where’s Lan Singh? Could you let him take the call, please?"
"I’m really sorry, Mrs. Zane, President Guillen is currently in a eting and can’t take your call. If you have any affairs, you can tell , and I’ll relay them to him once the eting is over."
Mrs. Zane clenched her palm center, "Forget it, I’ll go to the company to find him; I’ll speak to him in person."
"Mrs. Zane, President Guillen is not at the company headquarters; he’s on a business trip in the United Kingdom right now."
"United Kingdom?"
"Yes, the company is expanding into overseas markets, and President Guillen intends to focus overseas."
Focusing overseas ans that in the future, William Guillen will be spending a long ti in the United Kingdom rather than in Country A...
Mrs. Zane seed to understand sothing, recalling those Upper Class rumors about Fluffy Zane.
Pressing on her heart with compassion, Mrs. Zane said, "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Zane staggered slightly.
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