Jimmy's POV
My face drained of all color.
Evelin stood right in front of me now. There wasn't enough time to hide those files.
"What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?" Evelin didn't even look at the documents scattered across the floor.
She hurried toward me, studying my ashen complexion with concern.
My lips quivered. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come.
Evelin pressed her palm against my forehead, mumbling, "No fever. Have you been pushing yourself too hard lately?"
"I might just be a bit worn out," I managed to whisper.
"I can see that. Look, you've made such a mess on the floor," Evelin said, eyeing the chaos below. She dropped to her knees to collect the papers.
"Don't worry about it. I'll handle this," I said, reaching out to stop her, fear blazing in my eyes, but I was too slow. Evelin had already grabbed the documents. The moment she spotted the photograph on top, she let out a soft gasp, "Oh!"
