Chapter 1261

Quincy mentioned there was trouble at work, so naturally, Lydia asked a few questions. But he didn’t want to say much, leaving her no choice but to let it go.

“Alright, just come home soon,” she finally said.

After they hung up, there was a knock at the door, followed by the concerned voice of the housekeeper.

“Ma’am, I’ve made some chicken soup. Would you like some?”

Lydia opened the door and let her in to set the soup on the table. The housekeeper was about to leave, but she hesitated, as if she had something on her mind.

“What is it, Mrs. Clinton?” Lydia asked.

Mrs. Clinton hesitated for a moment before replying, “A man called earlier. When I asked who he was, he hung up right away.”

“Maybe he dialed the wrong number?”

“That’s what I thought too. But he called several times,” she said, looking at Lydia with uncertainty. “I thought he might be trying to reach someone.”

Lydia’s eyes flickered with unease. Quincy hadn’t come home yet, and aside from Mrs. Clinton, she was th