Sophie’s calls had come through countless times, but Nolan never picked up.
The lakeside villa was just as cold and empty as the old house.
It didn’t seem to make any difference where they were.
By midnight, as the temperature dropped further, Jaziel and Nolan could no longer sit idly and finally returned to
the villa.
The moment they opened the door, they were met with the sight of Sophie dozing off on the sofa.
The villa’s warm, yellow lights gave the room a dim yet cozy atmosphere.
However, neither Jaziel nor Nolan was in the mood to notice.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Nolan’s voice carried a tinge of exhaustion, mixed with irritation.
He had no energy left to care for someone else.
Jaziel, without sparing a glance, headed straight to his room, leaving behind a cold remark:
“When it’s late, you should go to bed. Don’t wait for us anymore.”
Sophie, curled up on the soft sofa, stared in shock.
How could this happen?
Jaziel and Nolan had always been so gentle with her. Could Charlotte’s departure really be the reason for their
sudden coldness?
Pacing back and forth between Jaziel and Nolan’s rooms, Sophie’s expression hardened as her thoughts solidified.
Returning to her own room, she quickly deleted the taunting messages she had sent Charlotte.
Charlotte could leave willingly, but it mustn’t appear as though Sophie had driven her away.
Meanwhile, Jaziel lay in bed, sleep evading him as his mind spiraled into a blank void.
Charlotte had left, but she had never told them exactly where her home in New Orleans was.
The Murphy family was well–known in New Orleans‘ elite circles, so finding her wouldn’t be difficult.
But… she had concealed her departure from them. Didn’t that mean she didn’t want to be found?
The thought struck Jaziel like a dagger, a sharp pain searing through his chest.
Nolan couldn’t sit still either. Desperate for answers, he called Grace, hoping to learn why Charlotte had left so
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