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    And so, he turned on his heel and knocked on the door to Brian’s office again.


    Brian looked annoyed when Ronald walked in. “I thought we were done? What is it now?”


    Ronald stepped forward, his tone cautious. “Please take a look at this.” He handed over his phone.


    The screen was already disying Rachel’s post.


    Brian immediately froze, his wide eyes fixed on the photos. After a beat or two, he asked, “Where did you find this?”


    “Instagram.”


    Brian’s brows knitted in disbelief. He scrambled for his phone and refreshed his feed.


    He did it four or five times, but Rachel’s post never appeared. In the end, he had no choice but to resign himself to the truth—Rachel had actually blocked him!


    “Send me her photos,” Brian instructed, his gaze meeting Ronald’s with quiet intensity.


    “Sure, sir,” Ronald replied, acknowledging themand with a nod.


    The nine photos, though few in number, consumed Brian’s entire afternoon. Each image seemed to demand his full attention, pulling him into a cycle of thought that left little room for anything else.


    By five o’clock, Brian summoned Ronald back into his office. “Let everyone know they can leave early today. Let them rest.”


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    Ronald, almost unable to contain his excitement, maintained hisposure and responded calmly. “Understood, sir.”


    Brian then dialed his family home. “I’ll be home for dinner tonight to spend time with my grandma,” he said, his voice steady.


    The servant hurried to ry the news to Carol, who had been in remarkably good spiritstely. Though chemotherapy was not part of her regimen, her prescribed medication,bined with a renewed sense of hope, had shown promising results. Hector, ever devoted, had remained at her side, offering constant support.


    When Carol received the news, her face brightened for a moment, but the joy quickly dimmed. A quiet worry settled in her gaze as she pondered the situation. “Rachel has been gone for quite some time,” she murmured, her thoughts turning to her son. “Brian must be feeling a great deal of unrest without her.”


    “They’ll have their own paths to follow,” Hector said gently, handing Carol a slice of orange to soothe her worries.


    Carol took the slice but didn’t immediately eat it. “I know,” she murmured, her gaze distant, the sadness in her voice barely concealed. “But I watched theme together. To see it all fall apart now… it’s more painful than I expected.”


    Before Hector could respond, the door opened, and Brian entered the room.


    Without a word, Brian took the orange from Hector’s hand, his actions smooth and practiced. He peeled away the thin strands, taking his time before handing it to Carol.


    “What brings you back today?” Carol asked, her tone a blend of surprise and warmth, though her eyes held a flicker of concern.


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