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    The doctor felt resigned. “Depression needs a psychiatrist’s diagnosis, and I’m no psychiatrist. The patient says she is depressed and has been on antidepressants. You should tread carefully—provoking her like that was risky.”


    After confirming no further hospitalization was needed for Gracie, Ethan and Brenna returned to her hospital room, only to find it empty.


    Gracie was gone, her phone left on the bed.


    Ethan nced up and saw that the window ss was shattered.


    “Did she jump?” he gasped, a wave of panic hitting him as he raced to the window and peered down.


    Relief washed over him—no body was on the ground below.


    Brenna grabbed Gracie’s phone, quickly unlocked it, and scrolled through the call logs. She found Gracie had beenmunicating with Rosie, though only through voice or video calls, with no text messages.


    Brenna suspected Rosie might be tied to Gracie’s suicide attempt.


    Ethan joined her and took the phone, and together, they sifted through Gracie’s social media and call history.


    “What is Rosie up to?” Ethan muttered, his expression darkening as he recognized some other numbers in the logs.


    Brenna’s tone was icy. “Gracie’s not as innocent as she seems.”


    “Who said you could touch my phone?” Gracie stormed out of the bathroom, snatching it from Ethan’s hands, getting livid seeing that it had been unlocked.


    “How dare you vite my privacy like this?”


    She was worried, panicking over what Ethan might have seen in her phone.


    Ethan stayedposed. “We came back and saw the broken ss, and you were gone. I thought you might have tried to hurt yourself again. When I couldn’t find you, I checked your phone to figure out where you went.”


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    Gracie’s panic eased slightly. “I was just in the bathroom. I smashed the ss in a fit of anger. I wasn’t going to kill myself.”


    Gracie felt worried, unsure of what information Ethan and Brenna might have discovered from her phone.


    Scrolling through her phone, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw there was nothing sensitive. There were messages from people asking about buying shares, but without any names saved, Ethan would have no way to identify them. Her chats with Rosie happened over voice or video calls, so there were no messages left behind.<fn4341> Read full story at find?novel</fn4341>


    She felt relieved, grateful for her cautious habits and Rosie’s discretion.


    Rosie’s advice echoed in her mind — she should y the victim to win sympathy. But Gracie, having always lived as a cherished princess, struggled to show weakness.


    She tried to rehearse what to say, but no matter how many times she practiced, she couldn’t make herself say those things.


    Ethan stood near the window with Brenna, their closeness impossible to ignore. The way Ethan looked at Brenna, so soft and gentle, made his coldness toward Gracie even more apparent.


    Thinking of Rosie’s encouragement made Gracie feel a little better. Even though Ethan knew how she felt, he and Brenna made no effort to hide their affection in front of her.


    So why should she hold back anymore? Why not use her own sadness to turn the situation around?


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