Thinking of Vince, of Laurence, of Maureen, and of herself... her face suddenly turned pale. The fingers clutching the fax trembled uncontrollably, to the point that she could barely hold onto the thin pages.
She carefully read through the contents of the paper again. Every word and sentence on the white paper stabbed into her eyes. She desperately closed her eyes, her fragile body staggering several steps. Her waist hit the hard corner of his desk, but she didn't even feel the pain.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of despair flooded her. The fate of these people felt like a heavy mountain pressing down on her heart, standing between her and him, who already had a fragile relationship.
"Vince..."
It took her a long while to collect her thoughts. She muttered softly, then frantically pulled out her phone to call Vincent.
