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    Right on cue, Greta appeared in the doorway, concern creasing her brow. “Boss, are you heading out now? We’ve got the smart prosthetics project to talk through, and Mr. Barker’s assembly line keeps running into trouble. Should we think about changing contractors?”


    Brenna looked at Greta, who appeared serious with a file in hand. Her recent gloomy expression hadpletely vanished. Brenna thought for a moment before saying, “You can sort that out with the vice president. I have to be somewhere else right now.”


    Thiago could handlepany matters, and Brenna rarely dealt with such details. With that, she left Greta to find Thiago.


    At the hospital, Brenna found Ethan sitting by Gracie’s bed, looking resigned. Sitting on the bed, Gracie poked listlessly at her food. A cold smile touched Brenna’s lips as she moved closer.


    “It’s good to see you eating again. I really did think you had died,” she remarked, a teasing note in her voice as her eyes flicked to the fresh bandages on Gracie’s wrist.


    With the IV drip finished and a meal in her belly, Gracie had finally regained some color, her cheeks no longer pale. She had expected Brenna to apologize to her, but Brenna’s harsh words suggested otherwise. Gracie’s eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at Ethan. He simply watched, not stepping in, not stopping Brenna. Gracie realized Ethan was taking Brenna’s side.


    Tears spilling over, Gracie let her frustration tumble out. “Ethan, she took humiliating photos of me, spread one all over the office, and then mocked me for it. Yet, she is still saying harsh words to me. I might as well just die!”


    Jaw clenched, Ethan nced Brenna’s way, then quickly rose to his feet. “I’m out of options with her. You handle this.” With Gracie distracted, he took the opportunity to slip quietly from the room.


    Brenna fixed her gaze on Gracie. “Did it ever cross your mind that Ethan never once questioned why I took those pictures? Do you really think he buys everything you tell him?”


    Gracie froze, suddenly remembering that the three vice presidents had witnessed the incident that day. Still, she held onto the hope that none of them really understood her true intentions.


    “Brenna, Ethan told you to apologize to me, so do it properly this time. If you refuse, I won’t hesitate to try to kill myself again. What are you going to do then?” Gracie said.


    A mocking grin spread across Brenna’s face. “You want to die? Be my guest. If you die, that will finally get you off my back. Do you seriously believe that kind of threat scares me?”


    Not bothering to hide her contempt, Brenna shook her head. “Honestly, how can you be so foolish? Why should I care if you die? If you really want to die, then don’t hold back. Next time, try shing your wrist a bit deeper or hide out somewhere no one will find you. Otherwise, people are just going to say you’re not serious about dying and just looking for sympathy. But if you’re not actually nning to die, stop with these tricks. I’m not the kind of person you can threaten easily.”<fn1e00> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? find?novel</fn1e00>


    Rage boiled inside Gracie. Never had she nned to end her life for real. She’d calcted everything down to the second—the timing and the depth of the cut. Pulling at Ethan’s sympathy was her real goal, and this was the best tactic she coulde up with.


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