84. Taking Care

Alina's Pov

Theodore shook his head, his expression gentle. "It's alright. Don't worry."

His calm, reassuring tone helped soothe my panic. Theodore moved to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a large folder. He handed it to me, along with his jacket. "Here, use this to cover up."

I gratefully took the items and used the jacket to cover the stain, then stood up, the folder clutched tightly in my hands. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He nodded. "Let's get you out of here."

We walked out together, Theodore following behind me, shielding me from any lingering eyes. Once in the hallway, he guided me to a side corridor and then led me up to his office until we reached the bathroom that I had never really seen before.

"You should go in," he said, his voice still low and kind. "I’ll be back in a minute."

I nodded, overwhelmed by his understanding. "Thank you, Theodore. I really appreciate it."

He gave me a small, encouraging smile. "It's no problem, Alina. Take