Chapter 847

Bruce had been calling for Cindy all along. I fought hard to maintain my composure, but my fingers trembled on the doorknob. I struggled to open the door and dashed outside, only to collide into a warm embrace. "Why are you running, Nance? Is something wrong?" It was Caroline. I had bumped into her so hard that she almost lost her balance. Luckily, John, standing behind her, caught her just in time. John looked concerned, too. "What happened, Mrs. Harold? Did something happen to Mr. Harold?" Caroline held onto me, her eyes widening with alarm. "Nance, your face is so pale! You look like you've seen a ghost!" "I-I'm fine, really." As I crashed into Caroline's comforting arms, my heart felt like it had found a safe harbor. The emotions I had been desperately held back threatened to spill over. I stuttered, and my voice cracked. She quickly sensed that something was off and tightened her grip on my hand. "You're crying! You're not fine. Did Bruce bully you? "Come on. Let's go insid