Rahman yawned. “What’s so urgent?”
Mable told him briefly about the matter.
Rahman fell silent after hearing what she said. He sounded serious as he said, “I don’t know anything about this. I didn’t do it!”
Mable frowned. Who could it be if it was not Rahman?
“Mabes, didn’t you say last time that that thing hasn’t flared up in two years? Why did it flare up so badly this time?”
Compared to whoever switched her blood test report, he was more concerned about Mable’s condition.
Mable pinched the spot between her eyebrows. “Maybe I’ve been too tired lately.”
She also could not figure out why it suddenly reappeared last night.
Moreover, it was so violent, leaving her completely defenseless.
Rahman said, “Mabes, you must learn to control your emotions.”
The attack was largely related to one’s emotions.
The greater one’s mood swings, the easier it was for an attack to happen.
“Mm.”
Mable paused and asked. “Any news on Frank?”
“We’re still checking, but there’s no news for now. By the way, I found out that Blair’s people are also looking for him.”
Mable was slightly startled.
‘Is Blair looking for Frank to avenge her?’
“I see. Get more people to look into Frank.”
“Don’t worry. I will.”
Mable hung up and asked the waiter for a lighter. She burned the blood test report Ethan gave her.
In the afternoon, she went to the nursing home to see her grandpa.
Not long after she arrived, Blair came with a bouquet.
Mable looked indifferently at him. “Why are you here?”
“I came to see Grandpa.”
Mable was dumbfounded by his words.
‘Grandpa? How shameless of you to think that way!’
Blair put the flowers on the table and walked over to Mable. “Is he okay today?”
Mable’s eyes flickered.
‘...Is that so?’
She thought he asked her to go out because she was disturbing his time alone with Beatrice.
Beatrice pecked the back of her hand. “Mabes, as long as you be good and stay by my side, I’ll satisfy you with anything you want.”
Mable looked at the suddenly gentle Blair and was dazed for a moment.
Blair seemed to be a little temperamental lately. It was hard to tell what he wanted.
“Anything?” Mable asked.
Blair nodded. “Mm. Anything.”
Mable pursed her lips and said nothing more.
What she wanted was very simple.
It was not the Ice Jade Flower, but…
Suddenly, Blair’s phone rang.
He took out his phone and turned cold when he saw the caller ID.
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