Simon's grip on his phone was as tight as a vice. He felt absolutely dreadful. Taking a deep breath, he snapped, "Just check the news yourselves! The recording of Quinn and the doctor is all over the internet. Do you know how many people are laughing at me right now? They say I'm being played for a fool by a crafty woman!"
He turned on his heel, ready to storm off. Quinn had never seen him this upset before; he'd always kept his cool around her. Panicked, she rushed after him, fumbling with her phone.
"Simon, what news are you talking about? I honestly have no idea," she pleaded.
As soon as he played the recording, her face went pale with shock. Naomi and Ryan stood there, equally stunned.
Quinn's eyes were wide with panic, and she quickly retorted, "This recording is so fake. Someone's setting me up. It must be Clara framing me, boo hoo."
Naomi believed her without question. Quinn sounded cruel and harsh in the recording. It was nothing like the gentle soul she knew.
Simon remained rooted to the spot, watching her cry, feeling strangely annoyed. In the past, a single tear from Quinn would make him melt, but now her tears seemed so forced.
How was she producing so many tears, and why didn't Clara get all weepy like this?
He turned to leave, but Quinn swiftly grabbed his sleeve.
"Simon, I swear, this recording is bogus. With the tech we have today, anyone can mimic my voice. It's really not me. I swear on everything, if it is, let lightning strike me!"
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