"Hannah Jenkins, are you ill? You look pale."
Facing Matthew Marshall's intense probing, Hannah's heart pounded, but she endeavored to stay calm, refusing to reveal her inner guilt.
Hannah nodded slightly, "I... have a stomachache."
"Would you like me to accompany you to the hospital?"
"No need, I have already taken some medication. I just need to rest a bit."
"Hannah, take it easy. If you don't get better, don't force yourself to carry on."
"I know, thank you for your concern, Chief Daniel Marshall."
After giving Hannah a meaningful glance, Matthew Marshall left.
Hannah's hand was clenched so tightly, her palm was already drenched in cold sweat.
A chill appeared on her forehead, cold sweat again.
What should I do?
What a complicated and unsettling situation for Hannah!
...
It was almost two o'clock, and Chief Jenkins was still not seen.
At two o'clock sharp, Chief Jenkins was supposed to chair a meeting.
