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    The nurse, maintaining her professionalism, guided Brian towards the exit.


    Once Brian reached the lobby, Ronald, out of breath, caught up to him.


    “Sir, where have you been? I’ve been trying to catch up with you.”


    Brian had previously been with Ronald at the pharmacy window, collecting medications without any issue.


    But then, something had caught Brian’s eye, and he suddenly dashed away. His burst of speed had been unexpected, and he even took the stairs in his haste.


    Ronald was puzzled by what could have driven Brian to such lengths.


    Brian’s expression was somber. “I thought I saw her.”


    “Her?” Ronald inquired.


    “Are you referring to Ms. Marsh?”


    “Yes.”


    “There must be some mistake. She has already left.”


    Yet, Brian was adamant. “I’m sure it was her. We locked eyes for a moment. I know what I saw.”


    “Perhaps it was just someone resembling her. If it had been her, she wouldn’t have avoided you. Why would she run and hide?”


    Brian found himself at a loss for words. After a pause, an idea struck him. “Perhaps she’s upset and doesn’t want to confront me, so she chose to stay out of sight.”


    Ronald was silent.


    Brian instructed, “Get in touch with someone back home to confirm if she’s there.”


    “Understood,” Ronald acknowledged.


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    Once the call was made, Ronald returned with an update. “I reached out to the housekeeper who regrly services your estate. She agreed to check when she returns this evening under the guise of her usual duties.”


    “Alright, update me with any information,” Brian instructed.


    Meanwhile, Brian attempted to reach Rachel by phone, but to no avail.


    After a long wait, Rachel finally exited the hospital.


    She immediately hailed a taxi to the airport.


    Once there, she caught the first avable flight home.


    Having been recognized while queuing for medication earlier, she feared returning to the pharmacy and thus was unable to obtain her prescription.


    Her condition would be revealed if he saw her again.


    In life, sympathy could procure many things, but love was not among them.


    Love had to be genuine; if absent, it simply wasn’t there.


    She refused to let her illness tether him to her, nor did she wish to leverage her impending death for his sympathy or affection.


    Thus, she chose not to present herself as a figure of pity.


    The flight encountered significant turbulence due to unstable weather conditions.


    Already weakened, her condition deteriorated further as the ne shook.


    Eventually, she reached her limit of endurance.


    Dizziness struck first, quickly escting to nausea, followed by continuous vomiting. Blood appeared in her vomit.


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