As she prepared to set down the document, a particr detail caught her eye, the name of the family doctor, Tyron Harvey, was visible.


    A frown creased Be’s forehead as she read the message, noting that it included the word “medicine.


    ”


    Just as she was about to examine the message more closely, Elizabeth entered the room.


    “Mom?” Elizabeth’s expression shifted to one of surprise and astonishment.


    Be’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, feeling a rush of emotions.


    Elizabeth rushed forward, her voice tinged with anxiety.


    “What brings you here all of a sudden?”


    Be took a moment topose herself, clutching the document tightly.


    “I needed to find some papers urgently.


    I knocked, but you didn’t answer, so I decided toe in and look for them.


    ”


    Elizabeth nced at the document without saying anything.


    Struggling to ease the tension, Be suggested, “It’s gettingte.


    You should probably get some rest.


    ”


    With that, she left the room, holding the document in her hand.


    Leaning against the door in the study, Be couldn’t shake off the message she had read on Elizabeth’s phone, her hands trembling with disbelief.


    Be tried to reassure herself, “Elizabeth must have had questions for the doctor about the medication.


    No need to jump to conclusions.


    ”


    She persistently devised rationales to defend Elizabeth.


    “I’ve nurtured Elizabeth.


    Doubt has no ce.


    .


    ”


    The next day, Ste, concerned about Be, found an excuse to visit her in the afternoon.


    Ste had figured Elizabeth might be out or holed up in her room, but there she was, standing right in front of her.


    Elizabeth’s expression turned guarded immediately.


    She scrunched up her face and asked, “What’s up? Why are you here?”


    Ste, keeping her cool, used the excuse she had ready.


    “Be mentioned introducing me to some clients.


    I need their info.


    ”


    Elizabeth’s mood darkened.


    She scoffed, “So, you need help getting clients? Can you even handle projects on your own? And with my mom not feeling well and not wanting to see anyone, maybe you should figure things out solo.


    ”


    As Elizabeth moved to close the door, Ste halted her with a firm gesture.


    Elizabeth’s tone turned chilly.


    “This is my ce.


    You gonna make a scene?”


    Ste furrowed her brows, puzzled.


    “Why do you keep blocking me from seeing Be? What’s got you so worked up?”


    Elizabeth’s initial fluster faded, reced by aposed demeanor.


    She asserted confidently, “Can’t you see why? I just can’t stand you.


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