Tristan Tanner said, "Okay, just copy it and send it to my phone. You can find me on WeChat with my number. It's too late now, so don't bother coming over."
Claire Sinclair nodded. "Okay, I'll send it right after we hang up."
After hanging up, Claire Sinclair immediately added Tristan Tanner on WeChat and sent him the recording.
Now, all she could do was wait.
When she returned to Evergreen Garden that night, Claire Sinclair was a mess of emotions. She had no appetite for dinner, so she showered and went straight to bed. But she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
After a sleepless night, she was too exhausted to get out of bed in the morning. Her body ached, her head felt heavy, and just like that, her health had collapsed.
Lying helplessly in bed, Claire Sinclair grabbed her phone and texted Mr. Quincy, "I think I'm sick."
Adrian Quincy: What's wrong?
Claire: I think I have a fever.
Adrian Quincy: Where are you?
Claire: At home. I can't get out of bed.
