Grace Parker remained silent, and the backpack she was holding fell to the ground with a loud "thud."
Then she slowly crouched down, wrapped her hands around her head, her shoulders trembling incessantly, as if she was crying...
"Grace Parker?" Lorraine Hanson stepped into the elevator, grabbed her arm, and forcibly pulled her up, lifting her chin with one hand to make her look up.
As soon as the woman's face was revealed, Lorraine Hanson frowned, staring in shock at her pale, haggard, and thin face. Her dark circles were severe under her eyes, with faint bruises on her cheekbones, making her look terrifying at first glance, as if she was gravely ill.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you turn like this after just a month away?!" he asked, his face rigid, gripping her shoulders tightly, realizing from memory she had clearly lost weight.
Grace Parker didn't reply, her gaze vacant and hollow, lacking a trace of focus, as if she had suffered a severe blow, slow to react.
