After staying in the hospital for a few days, it was only after
Kaneeta repeatedly assured Atticus that she was truly fine that
he finally allowed her to be discharged.
The car stopped in front of a traditional style residence. Kaneeta
got out, turned to look at Atticus, and asked, “Atticus, this is…”
“This was prepared for you by Mr. Drayton,” Atticus said with a
smile. “In fact, he bought it years ago, but he could never bring
himself to tell you.”
Dad…
Kaneeta gazed at the well–kept residence before her, her eyes
softening.
Her bedroom had already been tidied up in advance, with all
kinds of daily necessities prepared.
A bouquet of lilies stood in a vase on the windowsill.
For some reason, Kaneeta was reminded of the bouquet of lilies
Woodrow had brought when he visited her in the hospital.
She walked over to the windowsill, raised her hand, and gently
touched the petals of the lilies.
Her phone chimed with a message notification.
She picked it up and saw that it was a message from Woodrow.
“Do you still like the lilies?”
Her eyes flickered as she asked him, “Are the lilies in my room
from you as well?”
“Yes. Lilies are calming and soothing, so I sent a bouquet over.”
“Thank you, I really like them.”
“I’m glad you do.”
At this point in the conversation, Kaneeta suddenly didn’t know
what else to say. She just stared at their chat window until her
phone screen went dark, and only then did she notice, in the
reflection of the black screen, that the corners of her mouth were
slightly upturned.
Before she could figure out why she was reacting this way, she
suddenly received a call from a colleague.
“Ms. Drayton, you were discharged today, right? There’s a
meeting with our partners this afternoon. Mr. Kuntz said you
should come to the office.”
“Understood,” Kaneeta replied calmly.
Today’s meeting was very important; she had planned to attend
anyway.
Although she really didn’t want to see Edmund, since she had
already decided to wrap up the project properly, she couldn’t let
personal feelings get in the way.
Meanwhile, in Edmund’s office, the colleague who had just called
Kaneeta put down the phone, glanced at Edmund, and said
cautiously, “Mr. Kuntz, Ms. Drayton said she’ll come this
afternoon.”
“Alright,” Edmund replied expressionlessly. “Did she say anything
else?”
“No, she didn’t.“”
“You may go now.”
The colleague breathed a sigh of relief and hurried out of the
office.
These past few days, the atmosphere in the president’s office had
been especially tense.
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Ms. Drayton had been in the hospital and hadn’t come in, and for
some reason, Ms. Kuntz hadn’t shown up either.
And every day that Mr. Kuntz came to the office, he
wore a
gloomy expression, making everyone nervous and afraid to
make even the slightest mistake.
To be honest, Mr. Kuntz was acting strange. If he wanted Ms.
Drayton to come in the afternoon, he could have just called her
himself–why have someone else do it?
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Could it be that, because of what Ms. Kuntz did to Ms. Drayton,
Mr. Kuntz felt guilty and couldn’t face Ms. Drayton directly?
Kaneeta arrived at the office after lunch. When her colleagues
saw her, they all seemed to breathe a little easier.
They hadn’t thought much of it before, but after these past few
days, they finally realized just how important Kaneeta was to the
president’s office.
Kaneeta had just set down her bag and hadn’t even had a chance
to sit when the internal phone rang.
“Ms. Drayton, please come in.”
Kaneeta ignored him.
