Arin knocked on the door of Hazel's house, feeling nervous but determined. She had been looking for her house for hours, and now that she was finally here, she couldn't afford to waste any more time. Whatever Gerald was doing in his house, she wanted to find out. A few moments later, the door opened and Hazel appeared. She looked surprised to see Arin standing there, but quickly composed herself. "Arin, what are you doing here? And how did you get to know my house?" she asked. "Those questions of yours are not necessary, I need to talk to you," Arin replied, stepping inside. Hazel placed her palm on Arin's chest, preventing her from going further into the room. "Just let me in. It is about the Mr. Fraser" Hazel's expression darkened. "What about him? What is wrong with him and why did you have to come to my house for that?" "Hazel, I know that he is sick because he called me and told me himself," Arin said. "He told me he has been in your since last night." Hazel's eyes
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