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Chapter 129

Madeline's heart raced, and she turned to see what happened.

Trevon was steadying Lydia, whose champagne glass was tilting precariously.

A few glaring water spots were on the Sunset in Venice painting.

Baxter looked like someone had punched him in the gut. "Bringing drinks near the artwork? What were you thinking?!"

He would have given a student an earful for less. However, Lydia, of all people, was the benefactor, and he found himself at a loss for words to reprimand her.

Lydia's complexion was ghostly pale. "It wasn't intentional. I..."

Her grip on Trevon's shirt was desperate, a mix of anxiety and fear.

All she wanted was a moment with Trevon. Ignored, she tried to fake her usual fragility, but the self-inflicted cut had left her genuinely weak. A sudden dizziness overtook her, and the champagne she held spilled out.

Madeline's gaze softened as she relieved Lydia of her glass and passed it to a server. "Ms. Sanders isn't well. Trevon, please help her to a seat."

Only then d
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