"My stomach feels a bit unwell, did Ian give you any medicine?" As she spoke, Hailey Hale stepped towards him, "Are you still working overtime this late?" "No." Finn Morgan began shutting down, "I just received a message from CEO Kingston to help book a ticket to Korland for him." "Oh." She looked noticeably weary. Finn Morgan closed his laptop, standing up to scrutinize her. Hailey Hale only felt awkward, as she wore pajamas with disheveled hair, a look truly less than flattering. "..." She lowered her eyes, like a child facing an elder. Before long, Finn Morgan reached out to pinch the clothes on her shoulder, pulling her out of the study. He released her in the living room, turning to take a blue pill from the medicine box and handing it along with a glass of water to her. "Thank you." Hailey Hale extended her hand to receive the glass and pill, obediently swallowing them. "You trust me that much?" Finn Morgan looked at her, "Not even a guard?" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NovєlFіre.net Meeting his gaze, she noticeably paused. "No matter where you are in the future, always keep an eye out." Finn Morgan tidied the tea table, "This society isn’t as simple as you think." But Hailey Hale trusted him deeply. She placed the empty glass down, turned, and entered the bedroom, barely managing to close the door before reopening it, "Remember to wake me up tomorrow, I’m afraid I’ll oversleep." "Set your own alarm." He replied calmly, "People need self-care abilities, can’t be like a big baby." The girl glared at him in a wounded manner, "Who’s a big baby? I’ve been supporting myself since high school." Closing and locking the door, feeling quite frustrated! Finn Morgan put down the glass, took a shower, and laid down on the sofa, covering himself with the matching blanket she helped him buy. He used to be very uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa, but over the past few days, he somehow got used to it. Early the next morning. Barbara Sutton woke up and looked in the mirror, discovering her eyes were terribly swollen. She tried many methods, applying an ice pack for relief, but the effects were slow. She applied concealer and put on light makeup, yet could not hide it. As time slipped by second by second, she had no choice but to leave; otherwise, she’d be late. Taking the bus to the company, she didn’t dare meet anyone’s eyes during the ride, for fear others would see she had been crying. In her view, it’s especially shameful for adults to cry. Half an hour later, at Kingston Group. The elevator stopped on the 22nd floor, the door opening. Barbara Sutton stepped out of the elevator and headed to the vice president’s office. Mia Lane just arrived; she sat at her desk with the computer already on. "Hello, President Lane." Barbara Sutton politely greeted her upon entering. "Barbara, could you please take this report to the finance room?" Mia Lane, with a smile, spoke warmly without a hint of superiority. "Sure." Barbara Sutton placed her bag down and walked over. Just as she reached out to take the report, Mia Lane glanced up at her, noticing her eyes looked different from yesterday. "Barbara." She gently called. The girl halted and turned her gaze, their eyes meeting. "What’s wrong?" Mia Lane asked with concern, her voice so gentle, she worried it would hurt her pride. Barbara Sutton pressed her lips and shook her head, "I’m fine." "You’ve cried, haven’t you?" Mia Lane probed, "Why did you cry? Did something happen?" Recalling her mother still lying in the hospital awaiting a huge surgical fee, Barbara Sutton felt a twinge in her nose. Mia Lane could tell at a glance that she was troubled, having grown up experiencing various hardships in Sunshine Village, she wanted to offer her support.