When Sigourney got off work, Hillary had just arrived.

She cheerfully rolled down her car window, calling for Sigourney to get in.

The moment Sigourney settled into the passenger seat, her phone rang. It was Theodore.

Sigourney hesitated, glancing at Hillary, and Hillary noticed right away.

Curling her lip in disdain, Hillary spoke coldly.

"Sigourney, if you still consider me your friend, don't answer that bastard's call."

"Until those rumors are clarified, turn your phone off."

"Listening to ...