CHAPTER 71 WAS I THE VILLAIN?

The toy

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Walking through the hallways leading out of the hospital, my arms could barely support my bag, the weight seeming to increase with every step.

I barely managed to reach my car, my legs heavy with exhaustion. Driving off toward the bustling city, my eyes struggled to stay focused on the road. Everything replayed in my head over and over again, each memory a relentless reminder of the day's events. By the time I arrived home, I felt utterly drained, my body and mind begging for rest.

I went straight to my room, tiredly shedding my clothes without care for where they fell. Walking into the bathroom, I craved the relief of a hot shower. The sound of water hitting the tiles was soothing, a brief escape from the exhaustion that had settled deep in my bones.

Dressing as quickly as possible, knowing I was late for work, my movements were hurried and clumsy, a stark contrast to my usual routine. With no time to spare, I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door.

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Entering my offic