Chapter 115

Alston's sentence finished abruptly as he slammed the office door shut, creating a loud noise that echoed through the secretary's area, making it even more evident how silent it had become. He felt a stifling feeling in his chest, unable to vent it out. Leaning back in his office chair, Alston's gaze paused on the desk calendar. His lips tightened, and he reached out to pick it up. He usually kept this calendar next to his computer. How did it end up here? Suddenly, Alston remembered that Cecilia had sat in his chair earlier. He furrowed his brows. Did she move it? He thought to himself, what's gotten into Cecilia again? Has she been triggered by something? Is she unable to stand the fact that he likes Marian? Is she in a bad mood and trying to provoke him? A hint of sarcasm curved his lips as he placed the calendar back down. Alston's gaze then landed on a tube of ointment on the table. He reached out and picked it up. This ointment... It seemed familiar. It was a miraculous medicine