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    Seeing their understanding left Yvonne with a quiet sense of gratitude. Her teammates’ kindness meant more than she could express.


    With a quick breath to center herself, she turned her attention to the screen. The soft light from theptop highlighted the exhaustion on her face as she dove into her list of tasks—reviewing article drafts, finalizing project proposals, and giving the go-ahead on illustrations that had been left pending. Her inbox was packed.


    To shake off the fatigue, she took a short break and sshed cold water on her face in the bathroom, then returned to her desk and resumed working. Task by task, she pushed through the hours, and by the time the city had grown quiet and still, she had finally cleared her to-do list.


    When morning came, she rose early once again and followed Edmond’s daily routine without missing a beat.


    Each day passed in the same demanding rhythm, and slowly, Yvonne’s body began to reflect the toll it was taking.


    Still, every time she saw Edmond smiling, her energy returned just enough to keep going.


    One evening, after she and Edmond finished dinner and she switched on the TV for him, Yvonne’s phone buzzed with a new notification. It was a message from Margie. “We need your signature on the final draft. It’s urgent.”


    She nced at Edmond, who was still alert and in good spirits, and quickly sent a message, saying, “Understood. I’m on my way.”


    “Edmond, there’s something important I have to handle at the office. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she told him with a reassuring smile.


    Turning to the caregiver, she added, “Please keep an eye on him while I’m out.”


    Once both had acknowledged her, she stepped outside and hailed a cab to the office.


    The streets were packed with rush hour traffic, and Yvonne found herself weaving through the crowd, moving against the flow. The stale, humid air pressed down on her, making her feel faint, but she held on. After a long wait, she managed to get into the elevator. When the doors opened on her floor, she stepped out quickly and made her way to her desk.


    The office was quiet. Most of her colleagues had already left for the night.


    As she neared her workspace, her vision suddenly blurred.


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    She reached for the edge of her desk, gripping it tightly to stay upright, then lowered herself into the chair. The documenty waiting for her. With trembling fingers, she picked up a pen and signed it.


    Once the paperwork wasplete, she stood up, intending to head out—but a rush of dizziness swept over her, nearly knocking her off bnce.


    Right before everything went ck, thest image she saw was Ethan running toward her.


    “Yvonne!” His voice echoed through her mind, fading into the background just as she began to regain consciousness. When she slowly opened her eyes, the familiar sight of a white hospital room greeted her.


    Blinking in confusion, she turned her head toward Ethan, who stood close by. “Am I… in the hospital?”


    A small nod came from him, his face unusually serious. “Your body’s been pushed too hardtely. You fainted because of low blood sugar.” His tone shifted after a beat, softening with concern. “Luckily, I was still at the office. If I hadn’t been there when it happened, you could’ve been in real danger.”


    Yvonne offered a faint smile, her voice quiet. “Thank you for looking after me. It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure to take better care of myself.”


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