She sat on the ground with her hands clutching her stomach, taking a long time to somewhat ease the pain.
Cold sweat drenched her head, Tracy's entire body felt icy and trembling, unable to stand, she could only curl up against the chair.
After a moment, knocking sounded outside the bathroom door, a man's deep voice coming through—
"Tracy, are you inside? Come out, let's talk..."
Tracy looked up, her body still shaking, she suppressed her voice saying, "I don't want to talk right now, let me have some peace for myself."
Knowing what he wanted to discuss, her face turned even paler.
"Whatever it is, let's clarify it now, come out, let's have a proper conversation." Lorraine Hanson's tone was deep, obviously in a bad mood, not expecting such a thing to happen.
"I won't talk!..." Tracy had a temper too, especially at a time like this, the pain coupled with bitterness made her more stubborn, unable to listen to any words.
