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"Lynnsey, weren't you in the hospital? Why did you suddenly come back?" Fiona Morgado changed her shoes and walked over, habitually holding Lynnsey's hand, and then she was startled. "Your hands are so cold. You're wearing so little. Did you get sick again? Come, let's go upstairs and find a coat to put on." Lynnsey pulled her hand away. The bright light in the living room shone on her face. Her cold indifference in her eyes, the bloodshot veins in the depths of her eyes, and the cold smile at the corners of her mouth were so clear and visible. Fiona Morgado finally sensed that something was wrong. She put down her handbag and took a deep breath. "Lynnsey, what happened?" "You already knew, didn't you?" Lynnsey spoke, one sentence that made Fiona Morgado's face turn pale. Her finger