There's Nothing Wrong With Her

The doctor entered the bedroom, where Sage lay curled up on the bed. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, and she flinched away from his touch. "I'm going to examine you now, okay?" he said in a soft, reassuring voice. He began to check her heartbeat and breathing, but found no abnormalities.

After a few minutes, he stepped out of the room and spoke to Sebastian. "I don't think there's anything wrong with her health," he said. "It's just a normal stage of childhood development. I'm sure she'll be back to her usual self in no time."

"Thank you, doctor," Sebastian said with a nod. "I appreciate your help." The doctor smiled and started to walk out of the room. "Wait," Sebastian called out. "I'd like to give you something for your time." He turned to one of the bodyguards, a man named Martins. "Please see the doctor out and give him a generous tip," he said.

"Of course, Master Quinn," the bodyguard replied, and led the doctor out the front door.

Sebastian walked out of the bedroom, leaving his daughter in bed. He called out, "Gloria!"

A moment later, a young woman in a maid's uniform appeared in the hallway. She curtsied, her head bowed respectfully. "Yes, sir?" she asked.

"Please bring some food to my daughter," Sebastian said. "She must be hungry."

"Right away, sir," Gloria replied, and hurried off to the kitchen.

As Gloria left to fetch some food for Sage, Sebastian looked around the room. He couldn't help but feel uneasy. Something about the situation didn't sit right with him. He decided to take a walk around the house, just to clear his head.

He started down the hallway, but stopped when he heard a strange sound coming from the next room. He slowly pushed open the door and peered inside. What he saw made his blood run hot.

To his shock, the person in the room his wife. She was sitting in front of a mirror, putting on makeup. And not only that, she was doing a live video of herself, talking to the camera as she put on her lipstick and eyeliner. Sebastian felt a rush of anger. "What are you doing?" he demanded. "Aren't you supposed to be with our daughter?"

She looked up, startled. "Oh, Sebastian!" she exclaimed. "I was just -"

"Just what?" he cut her off, his voice sharp. "You're supposed to be looking after Sage, and instead you're doing... this?" He gestured to the makeup and camera, his voice rising in anger.

"Sage is fine, she's just taking a nap," she protested, but Sebastian was not convinced.

"How can you be so sure?" he asked. "You're not even with her." "

I checked on her just a little while ago," Elizabeth insisted. "And she was sleeping soundly."

She was lying to him and he felt annoyed. Their daughter was still awake, probably still upset, and here was his brainless wife, acting like everything was fine. He felt like he was going to burst with frustration.

A part of him wanted to give this woman a slap, but then he remembered that she was on a live video. If he caused a scene, it would be broadcast to the world. That was the last thing he wanted. With a forced smile, he waved at the camera and then turned to his wife.

"Hey everyone, my man cared enough about you all to leave his work and come to say 'Hi'," she said brightly, as if nothing was wrong.

Sebastian forced a smile and gave Elizabeth a kiss on the cheek. It was for show, for the video. He didn't want to create any drama in front of the camera. So he tried to stay calm and collected, even though inside he was seething.

As he walked out of the room, he could feel the tension in his body, and he knew he needed to find a way to release it before he exploded.

He stepped out of the house and into the cool night air. The tension was building up inside him, like a volcano about to erupt. He signaled to his bodyguards and driver to get into the car. He slid into the back seat and the car pulled away from the curb.

As they drove down the street, Sebastian's phone buzzed with a notification. He pulled it out and saw that it was a reminder for an appointment later that day. "Today, go to the park with Vicky," it read.

He felt a mix of emotions. On the one hand, he felt a twinge of nostalgia, remembering their time together. On the other hand, he felt anger and resentment. They had broken up for a reason, and he didn't want to revisit the past. But at the same time, he couldn't deny that a small part of him still cared for her.

As he scrolled through his phone, he saw that there were still videos of Victoria that he hadn't deleted. He watched one, and it made him laugh out loud. It was a video of her with cake and flour smeared all over her face, looking absolutely ridiculous. He could remember the day it was taken, when they had been baking a cake together and she had accidentally knocked over the flour jar. The memory brought a smile to his face, despite everything.

The more videos and photos he watched, the more he felt his anger melting away. In its place, a rush of nostalgia and happiness bubbled up. He realized how much he had enjoyed his time with Victoria, how special she had been to him. And even though they had broken up, he couldn't help but feel a wave of fondness for her. It was a strange sensation, feeling both happy and sad at the same time.

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Meanwhile, at Victoria's house, the mood was somber. The sudden outburst of anger from Victoria had left everyone feeling unsettled. And now, the house was eerily quiet. Even the slightest sound - a dropped spoon, a creaking floorboard - felt amplified in the silence. It was as if everyone was walking on eggshells, afraid to make even the slightest disturbance.

The sound of Victoria's bedroom door opening caused a ripple of anxiety to run through the house. Penny, Adrian, and their mother all sat, frozen, in the parlor. Victoria walked out of her room, wearing a pink hoodie, shorts, and long socks.

She walked into the parlor, her gaze flitting between Penny, Adrian, and their mother. The air was tense, thick with unspoken words. Finally, Victoria broke the silence. "I'm going out for a walk," she said, her voice terse.

At first, no one said a word. They were afraid to say the wrong thing and make Victoria even more upset. But then, something unexpected happened.

Victoria started to laugh. A deep, booming laugh that filled the room. The others looked at her, unsure of what to make of this sudden change in mood. Victoria kept laughing, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Is this some kind of joke?" she asked, still laughing. "Are you all messing with me? Because it's working!" The others were at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond.

"Weren't you just upset a moment ago?" Penny asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Why the sudden change in mood?"

Victoria shrugged, still smiling. "I honestly don't know," she said. "But right now, I'm just feeling really happy. Like, elated!"

Her family stared at her, not sure what to make of this strange turn of events. Victoria's mother walked over to her, her hand outstretched to feel Victoria's forehead. "Are you feeling okay, honey?" she asked, her voice full of concern. "You seem a little... off."

Victoria giggled and pulled away from her mother's touch. "I'm fine, Mom!" she exclaimed. "I just feel... happy!"

Adrian walked over and gave her a hug. "I'm so sorry I upset you," he said, his voice full of remorse. "I should have known you wanted something else, not cotton candy."

Victoria looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "That's ridiculous," Victoria said, shaking her head. "Why would I be mad about cotton candy? I love cotton candy!" She giggled again, unable to contain her glee.

Then, she turned to Adrian and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm really happy you got me something, even if it wasn't what I wanted," she said. "But don't worry, I'm fine." She smiled brightly, and Adrian felt a rush of relief. "I'm so glad you're okay," he said. "Let's go out and celebrate!" Penny and Adrian headed out the door.

After they both left, Victoria's mother pulled her daughter aside, a worried look on her face. "Victoria, I'm concerned about you," she said, her voice low and serious. "I know you've been going through a lot lately, but you don't have to pretend that everything is okay. If something is bothering you, you can talk to me about it."

Victoria looked down at her feet, her smile fading. "It's nothing, really," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

But her mother could tell she was hiding something. "Oh, my child. What are you hiding from me, Vicky?" she asked. She didn't want to see her daughter in so much pain. Not her first child, none at all.

Victoria looked up at her mother, her eyes filling with tears. "I... I had a breakup recently, and it really affected me," she said, her voice quivering. "But I'm okay now. I just needed some time to process it all."

Her mother's face softened, and she pulled Victoria into a tight hug. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice full of compassion. "You can talk to me about anything, you know that, right?"

Victoria nodded, her head resting against her mother's shoulder. "I know, Mom," she said.

Victoria's mother looked at her, a puzzled expression on her face. "Is that why your mood has been so up and down lately? You were angry, then suddenly you're all happy and playful again. What's going on?"

Victoria shrugged, her expression blank. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mom," she said, a little too convincingly. Though, she wasn't lying when she said she had no idea of what they were saying about her mood swings.

Her mother raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. She gave Victoria a smack on the back, awaiting a sigh or a groan of pain to escape Victoria's mouth. Victoria who couldn't feel the effect of the smack had to feign pain. "Ow, Ma! That's hurts."