Tiana pondered for a moment before answering with certainty, “I wouldn''t. I''ve done nothing wrong.


    Why would I run away?"


    Sage smiled. "That''s right. Hold that thought.”


    Tiana was puzzled. "How did we end up talking about me? You haven''t told me everything yet!"


    "What else is there to say? Ivy''s goal was to maken think poorly of me, and now she''s seeded.


    That''s that. Besides,n and I are going to get a divorce, so I don''t care what he thinks of me.


    "Alright, I have to go now. Catch youter!" Sage hung up before Tiana could respond.


    She packed a few sets of clothes, added a set of travel-sized skincare and cosmetics, zipped her


    suitcase, and went to the bathroom. Fortunately, it was her left hand that was injured, so her daily


    activities weren''t affected. Wanda''s voice came from outside as soon as she washed her face. "Mrs.


    Hob, are you awake? Breakfast is ready." Sage opened the door and found Wanda outside.


    "Mrs. Hob, what happened to your hand?" Wanda noticed the bandage on her left hand.


    Sage smiled. "It''s nothing. By the way, you can go downstairs first. I''ll be down in a minute." Then, she


    added, "Oh, and don''t mention anything about my hand ton."


    Wanda seemed puzzled. “Is your hand injured, Mrs. Hob? Why can''t I tell Mr. Hob? He


    returnedst night after he found out you were back. He also asked me about your condition.”


    Sage exined, "It''s just a scrape. There''s no need to tell him."


    After all, she didn''t needn''s concern. Sage freshened up after Wanda went downstairs. It was


    already 9:30 a.m. when she checked the clock. It would take her an hour to get to her grandfather''s


    ce.


    Sage draped her coat over her left arm and dragged her mini suitcase down the stairs with her right


    hand. To her surprise,n was still at home when she got downstairs. He was sitting on the couch


    listening to Terry brief him on something.


    When Terry spotted her, he lowered his head and greeted her, "Mrs. Hob."


    Sage responded apathetically, “I''m going out of town with my grandfather to visit an old friend of his."


    His brows knitted as he asked another question, "Why didn''t you answer my callsst night? And why


    did you block me on WhatsApp?" “I was annoyed," she answered.


    Terry felt like he was sitting on pins and needles when he heard that. He almost wished he could vanish


    into thin air.


    He was surprised that she would find his boss annoying enough to block him. After all, she had wanted


    to get everyone around his boss" contact information in the past.


    "Is there anything else? I''m kind of in a hurry," Sage said.


    "Last night—"


    "Believe it or not, what happenedst night had nothing to do with me." Sage cutn off.


    Sage scoffed and dragged her suitcase along. "Save your energy for lvy. I''m leaving."


    All of a sudden, he panicked and called out, "Sage! Are you not going toe home before Grandma''s


    birthday?"