Chapter 869

She did not know why she threw up. Did she eat too much in the morning? Back in the office, she sat on the chair and took out a paper-knife from her drawer. Then, she slid the blade across the perfect skin on her arm. "Hmm!" Anne bit her lips and endured. Only then could she feel better emotionally. The phone on her table rang, and she looked at the caller to find it was Lucas. She answered, "Hello…" "Anne, are you okay?" "I am at the office, don't worry. I am fine." "You were brought away suddenly. It would be weird if I am not concerned." Lucas did not tell her that he did not sleep the whole night. "Mr. Mewman, please don't feel too sad, even if I happen to be dead," Anne said. "What are you saying? Don't curse yourself." Lucas frowned. "Are you superstitious? Everyone will die eventually." "You are still young. This is too early." "We have to face death sooner or later…" Anne sounded pessimistic. "You should think about the kids' growth, their cuteness. Other pe