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    After ensuring Phoebe’s care n was set, Jacob reached out to Eileen to express his gratitude, rying the seriousness of Phoebe’s condition. “If we had waited any longer, her depression could have worsened significantly, potentially bing a threat to her life. Eileen, I owe you a huge thanks.”


    While driving and speaking on the phone, Eileen replied, “You don’t have to thank me, Jacob. Just focus on Phoebe’s recovery. Helping her get socially active after confinement might also help improve her mental state.”


    “Absolutely,” Jacob agreed. “And don’t worry, I won’t keep you on the phone too long—I wouldn’t want Bryan getting jealous. We’ll talk more when we meet.”


    Eileen chuckled as she ended the call, amused by Bryan’s notorious jealousy. Lost in thought, she nced up just in time to spot a familiar face on a bus—it was Milford.


    During the busy eveningmute, the bus was packed with passengers, all looking weary from the day’s work. Milford was among them, seated by the window with a shopping bag in hand. He appeared particrly disheveled, still wearing the same clothes from the day before, his hair unkempt, and a look of fatigue on his face.


    As Eileen paused at a red light, she noticed the bus making a right turn before disappearing from view. Given the time, she assumed he was out shopping for the new semester.


    Having known him for nearly two years, Eileen was ustomed to Milford’s usually neat appearance—his clothes always well put-together and his demeanor organized. The contrast to the tired young man she had just seen struck her.


    Perhaps the crowded conditions were to me for his disheveled look, she mused.


    The honking from impatient drivers snapped Eileen back to the present as the light turned green. She elerated through the intersection, her thoughts lingering on Milford as she drove towards home.


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    Meanwhile, Lydia was troubled by the implications of Z’s dwindling reputation. She had previously defended Z to Brandon, hoping to shield him from any fallout that could harm Apex Group, especially with Travis poised to take over leadership.


    With a sense of urgency, Lydia dialed Z to issue a warning. The situation had worsened further with Travis’ sudden disappearance after his return, deepening Lydia’s concern.


    Under the bright noon light, Lydia reached out to Travis’ biological father, her voice filled with anxiety. “What did you say to him before he returned? Why has he disappeared?”


    “Don’t point fingers at me,” the man replied casually over the phone, his voice tinged with annoyance. “He caught wind of our conversation and didn’t like what we discussed.”


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