“I can give you a ride!” Farrell offered right away.
“No need, my driver’s on the way,” Caitlin replied.
“Alright then,” Farrell nodded, walking her to the door. “See you next time.”
“Bye, Farrell.” Caitlin waved at him before heading off.
Farrell stood at the door, watching her figure fade into the distance before suddenly smacking his forehead. “I’m such an idiot! Even if my phone was dead and I couldn’t scan the code, I could’ve just asked for her number! With her number, I could add her on WhatsApp—problem solved.”
By the time Caitlin got back to the lab, she was busy straight through to after seven in the evening.
The moment she returned home, she headed to the south wing to give Stuart his acupuncture treatment, then joined Keira in the living room to watch TV.
A melodramatic rural soap opera was on.
Keira was completely absorbed, eyes rimmed red as she got lost in the story, imagining it was about Caitlin’s own childhood.
Every time she watched shows like this, Keira couldn’t help but remember all the hardships her granddaughter endured growing up in the countryside.
Her poor darling—how fate had wronged her!
But age catches up with everyone. After a while, Keira grew tired and went off to bed.
Left alone in the living room, Caitlin kept the TV on for a bit, but soon found the plot tedious. She curled up on the sofa and pulled out her phone, ready to scroll through Twitter.
The moment she logged in, she froze.
Her private messages had exploded—99+ unread.
And the comments? Over 999.
Caitlin raised an eyebrow, double-checking the login page.
No mistake.
She hadn’t accidentally used her main account.
This was her low-profile alt—so why the sudden flood of notifications?
Curious, Caitlin tapped into her mentions.
[Victoria may have forgiven your blatant plagiarism, but if you have any decency left, you’ll apologize to her right now!]
[I heard you’re Victoria’s cousin?]

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