?<strong>Chapter 505:</strong>


    Left with no choice, Fred took Gracie and Dunn back home.


    In the car, Gracie couldn’t suppress her frustration.


    “What is wrong with Stephen? He is fully aware of Adrian and Joelle’s rtionship, yet he forces him to marry M.”


    “Forget it,” Fred said, patting her hand reassuringly. “Grandpa’s attempt to arrange potential suitors for M is actually a good thing. It prevents her from intruding upon Adrian and Joelle’s rtionship.”


    Dunn stared out the window, enveloped in a reverie.


    Gracie nced at Dunn with palpable concern.


    “How will we confront the Miller family in the future?”


    “We’ll take it slow.”


    Though Dunn remained silent, he absorbed every word they uttered with keen attentiveness. First, Rnd went missing in their house, and now his aunt was intruding upon the dynamics of Aurora’s parents’ rtionship. Just as Gracie had articted, Dunn felt an overwhelming sense of trepidation at the prospect of ever facing Aurora again.


    Joelle procured Wade’s travel records from the police, covering the past three years. He frequently traversed several countries, ostensibly for business endeavors, yet it could very well be a cunning ruse to deceive the authorities.


    After meticulously scrutinizing the map, Joelle resolved that their first destination would be Bangkok, Thand. Aurora was still somewhat perplexed.


    “Mom, are we embarking on a journey?”


    Joelle was determined to shield Aurora from excessive adult burdens or the mncholy of worrying about Rnd. So, she did not refute the assertion.


    “Indeed, your dad and I are taking you on a trip.”


    Aurora pped her hands in sheer delight, her camera dangling around her neck.


    “I’ll capture images of everything I encounter, so I can share them with Rndter!”


    Though she never vocalized it, Rnd perpetually upied her thoughts.


    Joelle was grateful to have such a thoughtful and considerate daughter, a true blessing that illuminated her life. After her fall, she came to the realization that each member of their family was endeavoring to navigate their pain and confront life with an unwavering sense of optimism. Perhaps the unwavering love of family served as the most potent antidote to her depression.


    After disembarking from the ne, they were greeted by a local guide arranged by Can. Both Joelle and Adrian greeted the guide with a traditional gesture, their hands pressed together. Aurora, ever observant, mimicked the adults, her handsing together. Though a simple nod was customary, shebined it with a bow, merging cultural etiquettes in a way that elicitedughter from everyone around.


    On the journey to the hotel, their guide engaged them in conversation in English.


    “We received a call from Can some time ago; regrettably, we have yet to uncover any information regarding your son.” Given Can’s extensivework of connections, the fact that even he had no leads led Joelle to surmise that Wade might not be there. However, since they were already present, they resolved to experience the rich tapestry of diverse cultures that the world had to offer.


    As they drove, the vibrant energy of the locals was undeniably palpable. The car weaved through the bustling night market, aglow with a kaleidoscope of vibrant lights.


    Aurora suddenly pointed outside.


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