bChapter /b137

The bway /bWilliam looked now was nothing like the coldb, /bbdistant /bbexpression /bhe had worn in the office earlier that day.

bAs /bSamantha chewed on a slice bof /bappleb, /bbshe /bcast a mildly concerned nce at William. “Williamb, /bdo you think Rachel’s going to be upset you dumped all my work on her?”

“She won’t,” William replied casually. “bRachel /bcan’t sit still. Back when we worked btogether/bb, /bshe wouldn’t even bagree /bbto /bleave early bif /byou asked her. She insisted on working overtime.”

Rachel felt nauseous. There was a bitter taste in her mouth.

She had never enjoyed working overtime.

Back then, William had said his position at thepany was unstable and he couldn’t trust anyone else with critical project work. He had begged her to take it on personally. For the sake of his dreamb, /bshe had workedte nights and pulled all–nighters more times than she could count.

But clearlyb, /bhe had long forgotten all of that. He had forgotten how he had once gently asked for her help.

Cecilia was about to explode. She clenched her jaw and looked ready to storm into the ward. Despite the painb, /bRachel reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Don’t go.”

Seeing how hard Rachel was trying to stop her, Cecilia reluctantly backed off and led her to the doctor instead.

After a series of tests, the diagnosis came back. Rachel had acute gastritis. The doctor rmended an IV drip immediately.

“How long will it take?” Rachel asked anxiously.

“If the drip works well tonight, you won’t need toe back tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

She let out a sigh of relief. If she had to miss tomorrow’s team–building event because of her health, who knew what kind of

drama would unfold.

Cecilia looked at her with sympathy. “You’re working yourself to death. Even now, you’re still worried about-”

“It’s okay. Once the team–building is over, everything will be fine.

Cecilia sensed something was off. “Rachel, are you hiding something from me? You’re giving me the feeling like you’re about to

leave.”

Rachel’s expression froze for a moment. For a second she wanted to tell Cecilia the truth. That she really was leaving. She would disappear to a ce where William would never find her.

This was her drawing a final line under the seven long years of their rtionship.

Cecilia was too impulsive and kindhearted. If she found out, she might identally spill the beans, and all of Rachel’s ns would fall apart.

Rachel forced a smile. “Don’t be silly. Where would I even go?”

Cecilia rxed and patted her chest. “You scared me. I thought you were actually leaving.”

Still hooked up to the IV drip, Rachel began to feel the medicine taking effect. The pain in her stomach gradually eased.

She nced at the time on her phone. “It’s gettingte. You should head back and get some rest. I’ll grab a cab after the drip finishesb./b”

Cecilia hesitated. “Come back with me. You shouldn’t go home tonight. That woman is an eyesore.” She tilted her head toward

the room next door.

Honestly, Cecilia admired Rachel. Her own husband was busy fussing over his calmly. If it had been her, she’d have blown up already,

Rachel smiled a little. “It’s fine. I need to go back and pack anyway

In the next room, and Rachel could still sit here

That made sense. No matter what, Rachel would need to get ready for tomorrow’s event.

Cecilia’s house was a mess. She was also too embarrassed to insist that Rachel came over. “Alright then. Just take care of yourself, okay? Don’t let this stuff eat away at you.”

Cecilia gathered her things and left.

Rachel leaned back. She was ready to rest her eyes for a moment when her phone suddenly vibrated.

She looked at the screen.

It was a call from Tyler.

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