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    Tracy suddenly threw herself into his arms. “Then don’t be so aloof with me anymore!”


    “Alright, I promise. Now get in the car, and I’ll take you home.”


    Tracy opened her mouth to say something else, but her vision went ck. She fainted in his arms.


    “Tracy…”


    Brian held Tracy tightly against him, his voice urgent as he instructed the driver to take them to the hospital.


    Half an hourter, he grabbed the doctor who had just stepped out of the room. “How is she?”


    “The patient is extremely weak and was exposed to the rain for too long. She needsplete rest for the next few days.”


    “Understood. Thanks.”


    When Brian entered the hospital room, Tracyy motionless, her eyes closed. She was asleep, her face pale and drawn. Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, “Brian, don’t… don’t be so cold. Did I do something wrong? Please don’t ignore me, okay? Brian…”


    She seemed to be lost in a dream. As she spoke, silent tears slipped down her cheeks.


    She looked utterly fragile, as though her heart was unraveling right before his eyes.


    Brian felt a tightness in his chest. He had been about to leave, but his feet refused to move. Turning back, he gently pulled the nket over Tracy and whispered, “I’m here. Get some rest.”


    As if she heard him, her breathing steadied, and the tears finally stopped. Brian nced at the photo on his phone, his expression darkening—his emotions swirling like a brewing storm.


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    With a slow swipe of his finger, he ced another call, but Rachel still didn’t answer.


    His jaw clenched. Without hesitation, he dialed Samira instead.


    “Mr. White…” Samira’s voice was cautious, a thread of hesitation woven into her tone.


    “Where’s your manager?”


    “Rachel? She went out for dinner with her friend Yvonne.”


    “Yvonne?” Brian’s gaze darkened, his expression turning unreadable.


    “Yes, Yvonne came to pick her up herself today.”


    “Do you know where they went?”


    “Sorry, I’m not sure.”


    As soon as Samira finished speaking, Brian ended the call and immediately dialed Norton.


    “Do you know where your wife is?”


    Norton paused, momentarily thrown off. His voice carried a note of confusion. “Yvonne? Isn’t she at home?”


    After what happened with that guy, he hadid down a firm rule—she wasn’t allowed to leave the house for a full week. He had been determined to make sure she learned her lesson.


    “Are you really convinced she’d sit at home as you said?” Brian’s voice was edged with amusement,ced with mockery.


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