After finishing a piece of cake, Dn slid the revised document over to ra. He had already marked that point, so it was all set. As ra reached out to grab it, her fingers identally brushed against his, causing the document to slip and fall onto the desk with a loud "thud."


    She was a bit startled, but Dn was already focused on his work, scribbling away with his pen.


    Assuming he was busy, ra picked up the document. "Mr. Dn, I''ll head out now," she said.


    "Mm," he replied without looking up.


    Just as she was about to leave the office, Dn spoke up, "There''s a dinner at seven."


    ra caught on quickly, "Alright, I''ll join you."


    She closed the office door and returned to her desk, hoping for a calm end to her day. But just as she was about to clock out, Simon showed up. He looked worn out, standing silently by her desk before saying, "Ryan''s waiting for you downstairs; he''s been there all day."


    ra frowned and made her way to the elevator, with Simon following behind. When they got downstairs, she saw Ryan. He was holding a cigarette but quickly put it out when he saw her.


    ra yfully swatted his head. "Aren''t you too young to be smoking?"


    "I''m just stressed," Ryan admitted. "Can youe with me to the café next door? It''ll only take ten minutes."


    ra wasn''t one to hold grudges against her brother, so she followed him. Simon tagged along, uninvited but undeterred.


    At the café, Ryan ordered a dessert and pushed it toward ra. Simon, sitting beside her, shamelessly ordered something for himself too.


    ra didn''t mind him; it wasn''t her café, and he could sit wherever he wanted. She just had dessert in Dn''s office and was mindful of her strict fitness goals, so she didn''t touch it and got straight to the point. "Alright, what''s on your mind?"


    Ryan hesitated, struggling to find the right words. ra guessed he might be there about Quinn. Finding it amusing, she sipped her iced coffee, the bitterness spreading across her tongue. "Are you here to convince me to say the recording was my doing? Did Quinn throw another dramatic fit at home?"


    Ryan felt like he''d been pped, but knowing Quinn''s struggles, he couldn''t just ignore it. "ra, Quinn''s been seeing a therapist."


    ra found itughable. "And that''s my fault?"


    Ryan''s voice shook. "It''s because of you. Her foster parents weren''t treating her well. Mom cries every day. ra, the family will make it up to you."


    ra took a deep breath and set her cup down. "So, Quinn''s fake pregnancy act to frame me is just going to be swept under the rug? With all of you backing her, she''s really got it made, hasn''t she? She builds her perfect image at my expense, then hides while you all fight her battles. Ryan, I''m disappointed."


    Panic flickered in Ryan''s eyes before he suddenly stood up. "ra, do you think I want this? I just want everyone to be okay. If Quinn has a mental illness, why not give her some ck? And don''t you feel guilty? If it weren''t for you, she wouldn''t have been taken!"


    The more Ryan spoke, the more agitated he became, his words tumbling over each other. "Do you remember when you were sick before Quinn was taken? Only the doctor could see you. I couldn''t even see you, but Quinn would sneak in to see you and bring you things."


    His eyes were red with tears as he continued, "We all got along so well back then. I just don''t get why things turned out this way."


    ra sat across from him, watching his tears drip onto the table. A dull ache shot through her heart, but she stayed silent, staring at her coffee cup. Finally, it was Simon who spoke up.