Cole readily agreed, “Sure.”
Right after M exited the ward, Phoebe and Cole found themselves enveloped in a tranquil
atmosphere as they exchanged awkward nces.
Cole hastily searched for a topic to break the silence. “Would you like some fruit? Let me slice an apple
for you.”
Phoebe nodded, saying, “Thank you.”
Cole felt a sudden stiffness, his movements bing clumsy and uncoordinated. He
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wandered inside the ward, scanning the surroundings until he realized the apple was right before him.
Frantically, he searched for a knife, circling until he spotted it beside the fruits. His
fumbling actions brought a smile to Phoebe’s lips.
Three dayster, Phoebe had made a full recovery. On the day of her discharge, Cole arrived to pick
them up.
Seated in Cole’s car, M inquired, “Cole, is Nate in Phoenicia?”
“He is,” Cole responded.
“Is he busy?” M probed.
“He’s quite busy,” Cole responded honestly. He pondered, “When is Mr. Morrison ever not busy?”
“That’s alright. It won’t take up too much of his time anyway.”
Curious, Cole asked, “Ms. Hoffis, do you have something to discuss with him?”
M instructed, “Cole, take me to Sudvi, and then drop Phoebe off at Hoffis Manor.”
“Alright.”
Phoebe, feeling dubious, questioned, “M, why are you going to Sudvi?”
M leaned close to Phoebe’s ear, whispering while covering her mouth with her hand, “To steal
something.”
Phoebe’s eyes widened in shock, finding it difficult to believe what she had just heard.” What are you
nning to steal?” she asked in a hushed tone.
M responded with a mysterious smile, her expression unreadable as she shook her head, indicating
she couldn’t reveal her ns just yet.
Phoebe stared at her with curiosity. She wondered if M was truly intending to steal something from
Nathan. And if so, what could it be?
Under the cloak of night’s tranquility, a sleek ck car glided into Sudvi.
The driver stepped out, courteously opening Nathan’s car door. “Mr. Morrison, we’ve arrived.”
Emerging from his reverie, Nathan closed the files, donned his suit jacket, and gathered his documents
before stepping onto the pavement. He acknowledged the driver with a nod.” You may head back.”
The driver bowed respectfully. “Good night, Mr. Morrison.”
Nathan pressed his fingerprint and pushed the gate open. As he stepped inside, the glow of lights from
within the mansion caught his attention, stirring a sense of alertness within
him.
“Why are the lights on? Is Cole home?” he wondered.
Closing the door behind him, Nathan’s keen eyes swept across the living room before proceeding
further.
A sound emanated from the kitchen. Nathan paused, fixing his gaze on the kitchen entrance
At that moment, a graceful figure emerged from the kitchen, carrying utensils.
As Nathan beheld her, his heart danced with a surge of warmth, flooding him with affection. He stood
frozen in ce.
M’s smile radiated as she approached, her eyes brimming with tenderness. “Nate, you’re back. I’ve
made some bread pudding for you. Would you care for some?”
The scene before Nathan seemed surreal–a loving woman awaiting his returnte at night. It felt both
dreamlike and palpably real.
Setting down the utensils, M approached Nathan, taking his jacket and documents and arranging
them on the nearby couch. Turning back to him, M met Nathan’s gaze, her eyes reflecting rity, her
smile a balm to his soul.
“Why are you here?” Nathan inquired with curiosity.
But M sensed a subtle discord in his words. A pang of disappointment washed over her as
she gently took Nathan’s hand, leading him to the dining table and urging him to sit.
“Nate, please have some pumpkin soup. I made it especially for you,” she urged.
Nathan remainedposed as he repeated his question, “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”