But the person standing there was the reporter from earlier. He handed her a box.
“You’re Dr. Sinclair's wife, right? Could you please give this master tape to him? Just have him give me feedback tonight.”
She nodded. Before the reporter could leave, she stopped him. Her eyes locked with his as she said, "My name is Ella. Ella Grey."
I'm not just Dr. Sinclair's wife. She added silently in her heart.
The reporter paused and a trace of puzzlement appeared in his eyes.
After she covered the dishes on the table, Ella took the master tape and hailed a taxi to the lab. Then she headed to Danny's office.
She knew the direction to his office very well. After all, whenever Danny had a project, he would be too busy to eat. So she would cook for him every day and quickly deliver it.
Seeing that the door was slightly open, she was ready to open it. But the moment she looked through it, she froze.
She saw Danny and Sarah embracing each other and he seemed so worried.
Ella covered her mouth and staggered back in disbelief.
She was too anxious that the lunchbox slipped from her grasp and hit the floor with a thud.
Her heart clenched violently and she rushed out the door.