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    Did Sean leave already? Norah’s heart sank as she realized Sean had left without a word. No message, no exnation. Clutching her phone tightly, she made her way to the front desk, desperate for any information about him.


    The receptionist nodded, understanding Norah’s concern. “Are you referring to the male guest in the presidential suite on the top floor? His assistant mentioned he’d be leaving this morning, even though the room is booked until the end of next month.” After confirming the details on theputer, the receptionist rose from her seat, maintaining a friendly smile. Observing the disappointment etched on Norah’s face, she paused for a moment before deciding to offer some additional insight. “His assistant seemed quite jittery. It seemed like they had to leave due to an emergency.”


    Norah’s gaze fell, and her gratitude was expressed in a subdued tone as she turned back toward the upper floors.


    With Sean having rented the room until the month’s end, Norah resigned herself to remaining there, whether or not he returned. After taking a shower, she reclined on the bed, staring at Sean’s social media profile photo. After much contemtion, she made the decision to block him on all tforms.


    Sean’s sudden departure without a word left her feeling insignificant. Perhaps it was time to use this separation as an opportunity to regain herposure. She acknowledged that her feelings for him had consumed her too intensely.


    Susanna’s Suicide Attempt


    In Glophia, Sean stood in the hallway of the ICU, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Susanna lying motionless on the hospital bed. Her face was pale, almost lifeless.


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    Gil stood beside him, breaking the heavy silence. “We found it in time, Sean. She’s going to be alright,” he assured, ncing uneasily at the family gathered behind Sean, concern written all over their grim faces.


    “It’s a critical time for Susanna’s treatment,” Gil continued. “Incidents like this can dy her progress and jeopardize the sess of the operation.”


    Sean’s eyes darkened with the weight of the words. “I understand,” he replied, his voice tight.


    Gil ced a hand on Sean’s shoulder. “You need to focus on both her treatment and her mental health. We were lucky this time, but we can’t risk it happening again.”


    As Gil walked away, Sean stood silently, processing the situation. Ka, her eyes red from crying, approached him hesitantly.


    “Sean, I didn’t know this would happen. I just stepped out for a moment,” she began, her voice trembling.


    She wanted to exin, but what could she really say?


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