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Hilda's voice crackled through the speaker as she answered the call, her attention momentarily diverted from her studies.

"Hello?" Hilda said, glad to see Boma's name on the screen. "Good to hear from you, babe"

Donovan, maintaining a stern expression, leaned back in his chair, observing Boma closely. "Hilda, this is Donovan."

His voice caused a silence as Hilda's senses became more alert. She wondered why he was calling her on Boma's phone. Before she could wonder for long, Donovan resumed talking.

"We're having a little discussion here, and I thought you could help clarify something."

Hilda's brows furrowed in confusion. "Okay, what's going on?"

Donovan glanced at Boma, prompting her to speak. Her voice trembled as she began, hoping Hilda would save her by instinct. "Hilda, it's about four days ago when you asked me to get paracetamol from the pharmacy near Donovan's place. Can you tell Donovan I ran into Harry at the eatery?"

A pause lingered on the line, and Donovan's gaze