Bella Green sat by the fountain, from the afternoon until dusk fell. People kept coming out of the building, passing by, leaving. Everyone couldn’t help but glance in Bella Green’s direction, though she had been there once with Victor Bennett and entered the lobby quite boldly. But only a small portion of people had seen her. As people gradually left the building, the September night became somewhat chilly, and Bella Green sat there all alone, like a little puppy that had always been abandoned... Because Elliot Morris left in a hurry, leaving a pile of work, Sophia Latham was busy until she could leave at eight-thirty. As she exited the building and was about to leave, she saw a familiar figure by the fountain. Sophia Latham paused for a moment, then walked over. "Little Master Elliot?" Bella Green raised her head woodenly and, seeing Sophia Latham, stood in a daze for a while. "It really is you. Why are you sitting here? It’s very cold," Sophia Latham said worriedly. Bella Green removed her mask and gave a faint smile to Sophia Latham. "Is Mason Bennett on a business trip? I can’t find him." The young boy tilted his head up. His voice was hoarse, carrying a heart-wrenching sense of bewilderment and helplessness. Sophia Latham stepped forward to pull her up. "It’s too cold here, don’t sit here. Mr. Bennett didn’t come to work today; he seemed to have left because of something yesterday at noon and didn’t return to the company after that." "What happened?" Bella Green was startled. "Not sure, but Mr. Bennett seemed in a bad mood when he left," Sophia Latham said, puzzled. She then looked at Bella Green, "Didn’t you call him? It’s only September, but sitting by the fountain with little clothing can still lead to a cold." "I can’t get through," Bella said in a hoarse voice. After a moment, she smiled, "Sister, you should go home first, I’ll head home too." Upon hearing this, Sophia Latham nodded. Her gaze inadvertently swept over a nearby cake, and she paused for a moment. Having been Mason Bennett’s secretary for so many years, she naturally knew it was Mason Bennett’s birthday today. But she ultimately said nothing and left. After walking out a street, Sophia Latham turned back, only to see Bella Green still standing there, not moving. Sophia Latham frowned, took out her phone, and called Mason Bennett. Sure enough, it couldn’t connect. Sophia Latham sighed, then composed a message and sent it. In the dimly lit room, the phone rang over and over again. Mason Bennett acted as if he didn’t hear it until he watched the screen go dark again, his eyes cold and still. A notification sound for a message. Mason Bennett instinctively glanced over. The words on the screen made his eyes flicker, and after a moment of silence, he finally picked up the phone he’d ignored all day. ’Mr. Bennett, Little Master Elliot is now downstairs at the company, seeming unable to reach you. If you see this, please call him back. I just told him to go home first, but he hasn’t left yet.’ Mason Bennett’s eyes were calm and cool; he expressionlessly tossed the phone aside, ignored it, and left the bedroom. The door closed, isolating the hallway light, leaving the solitary phone in the room emitting a faint glow. Before the phone’s light dimmed, the door that had just closed was once again forcefully pushed open. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕·𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎·𝚗𝚎𝚝 The man walked briskly, took the phone, and swiped across one of the many missed calls. The screen instantly displayed the dialing status. Bella Green, standing with slightly stiff limbs, was about to leave when her phone rang from her pocket. Taking out the phone and seeing the caller ID, Bella Green’s nose suddenly tingled, eyes reddened, and she answered the call.