Since night fell, she has been sitting by the bed, either looking into the dark through the window or making calls and sending texts.
But the responses she received were either cold shutdown prompts or the silence of a stone sinking into the sea.
"Where could Victor be right now?" Helen muttered to herself, gently rubbing her phone screen with her fingers.
There is a lot of information about Kongges in the social groups, discussing how many crimes this ’Black Police’ has committed, and lambasting his domineering behavior.
Only Helen is worried about Zhou Qingfeng, who is staying at the Congers’ house, and wants to know his current situation, worrying that her actions might be too presumptuous and cause displeasure.
Finally, she sighed deeply, slowly shook her head, and placed the phone on the bedside cabinet.
"Forget it, forget it, this is too crazy. That kid might think I’m harassing him, and if this continues, I might lose my teaching job because of it."
She tried to convince herself to give up the idea, but she could not shake off the concern in her heart.
Just as she was about to let go of her worries and force herself to sleep, her phone suddenly vibrated slightly, and the sharp ringing broke the silence in the room.
Helen jolted as if she had been shocked, then quickly grabbed the phone and answered the call immediately.
She pressed the phone tightly to her ear, her voice trembling slightly, yet trying to maintain calm, she said quietly, "Hello, this is Helen Grant."
"This is Victor." Zhou Qingfeng’s voice sounded tired on the other end, "Ms. Helen, sorry to bother you so late, I saw the messages you sent."
Upon hearing this voice, Helen was speechless for a few seconds.
She never expected Zhou Qingfeng to call her proactively, the sudden call left her a little flustered.
"Uh... yes, I called you and sent messages. I wanted to ask..."
"Ms. Helen, I really have no place to go right now, and I have encountered some trouble. If I could stay at your place..." Zhou Qingfeng inquired for help.
"No problem, you come over. Oh, wait, it’s so late, you surely can’t go out now, it’s not safe at night. I can drive to pick you up."
Helen spoke quickly, almost blurting out. Her cheeks were slightly red with excitement, her mind turning fast but somewhat incoherent.
"No, you don’t need to pick me up. I’m not at the Congers’ house now. I have a car, I’ll be at your place in about three hours."
Zhou Qingfeng paused and continued, "Also, I need to explain to you, I’m facing a significant trouble.
I’m with an injured FBI agent named Carl. I can’t call the police, nor can I get help through normal channels.
Both the White Beach Town police and the FBI have moles.
I need a temporary shelter until the situation clears up. If you take me in, it will entail some risk..."
Helen interrupted him without hesitation, firmly saying, "Come to my place, I’ll give you shelter. I trust that you’re not a bad person.
Victor, you have no idea how special you are.
You’re the only student in the school willing to listen to my history lessons attentively. I couldn’t help but notice you.
Seeing you is my only joy at the school, and I’ve always wanted to... care for you. I’m glad you thought of me at this moment."
Helen’s voice was filled with warmth and determination. At this moment, she was ready to face the difficulties with Zhou Qingfeng.
Yet she clearly hadn’t grasped the magnitude of the difficulties...