What could that woman be doing by the lake at this hour?
A hint of agitation crossed Daniel Marshall's ink-like eyes.
He dropped the unfinished cigarette onto the ground and stomped it out, then hurried downstairs.
He also went to the lake.
Olivia Jenkins was sitting on a bench, hugging a cardboard box, staring blankly at its contents.
These were private belongings she had taken with her when she went to handle her resignation procedure after receiving a call from the HR department of ResilientCare Hospital in the afternoon.
From now on, she is completely detached from the hospital. The thought tightened her chest with a bitter pain, her nose tingled from an urge to cry, but her tear ducts were dry. There were no tears.
The only thing left was an indescribable discomfort stirring deep in her heart.
When collecting her belongings, Olivia found a picture frame buried upside-down under a pile of her belongings in a drawer.
It was a picture of her and her father.
