Evelyn Clayton listened, pressing her brow with an unbearable headache.
"He wasn’t detained?"
Yara Reagan sighed softly on the other end, "He’s James Grant... anyway, he was out by the next day."
Evelyn couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling inside.
"He’s alright. They didn’t hold anything against him, besides, I’ve met with Officer Young..." Yara’s voice choked again, "Why did you hide so much from me? Back then, when you didn’t tell me, it was about Summer Monroe and the people behind her, wasn’t it?"
At this point, there was no need to conceal anything.
Evelyn’s hand tightened slightly around her phone, and after a long pause, she said slowly, "Don’t tell anyone about contacting me... if possible, I’d like you to come meet me alone."
Yara responded quickly, "Don’t worry! I won’t tell anyone, but Evelyn... I hope you won’t keep anything from me in the future, okay? Do you know how hurt I felt, with our relationship, and you still hid things from me?"
Evelyn’s nose stung a bit, and she said softly, "I’m sorry—" For more chapters visit NoveI(F)ire.net
Yara seemed to be calming herself, staying silent for a while before pretending to be relaxed as she continued, "Let’s not talk about it! Just give me your exact address, and I’ll come to see you tomorrow!"
After sending Yara her specific location and ending the call, Evelyn felt her mood lift a bit.
The next morning, Shane Sinclair arrived.
Seeing Evelyn looking somewhat better, Shane nodded with a faint smile, "Looks like Miss Clayton has already contacted her friend?"
"Yes, my friend will probably be here in the next couple of days."
Before Shane could speak, Evelyn continued, "Don’t worry, I’m only bringing one person, and no one else knows my whereabouts. I trust her, so I hope Mr. Sinclair, you can also give me some trust."
Shane observed Evelyn quietly for a moment, as if assessing the truth of her words.
After a while, Shane relented, shifting his gaze, "I said we wouldn’t restrict your freedom, only hope that Miss Clayton remembers what you promised me yesterday."
Evelyn didn’t dwell on this further and just told Shane when Yara would likely arrive, hoping no one would stop her then.
She had noticed that the place she was staying was a private hospital, rarely frequented by the public, and the doctors and nurses treated that family of three with great respect—it seemed to be their family enterprise.
So even if she entertained thoughts of escaping, she had to weigh them carefully.
"Miss Clayton, please rest well, and if you need anything, you can contact me anytime." Shane glanced meaningfully at the phone on the nightstand, "My contact information is on it."
Evelyn was slightly stunned as Shane turned and left.
She opened her phone and saw that, indeed, Shane’s name and number were in her contacts.
After thinking for a while, Evelyn sent Yara another message.
Asking her to check out Shane Sinclair.
It took a while for Yara to reply, and she sent a screenshot of a plane ticket for the evening.
Evelyn couldn’t help but smile a little, feeling somewhat relieved.
As she was thinking, Yara’s call came through suddenly.
This time, Yara’s tone was much more tense, her voice instinctively lowered, "James Grant just called me, asking if I wanted to go to Aethelburg with him, saying he heard about your whereabouts there... does he know something?"