Downstairs, Deanna kept inundating Jepherson with calls.
She wanted to ask why he neither visited Raeleigh nor picked her up when she was discharged from the hospital. She was so indignant that she channeled her fury through the calls.
Scarlette had tried to stop her at first, but she gave up eventually. There existed in this world a sort of people who couldn't be reasoned with. The more the advice given to them, the more obstinate they would be. They insisted on going their own ways.
Deanna was a typical example of this species.
Scarlette, for one, wanted to see if her attempts would be fruitful at last. But later, it turned out that Jepherson neither picked up her calls, nor did he reply to them, even until her phone was out of battery.
Deanna found a charger to charge her phone, sitting aside, containing the anger within her.
Looking at how she behaved, Cynthia gradually understood why Santiago had searched for Deanna instantly the moment he heard that Deanna had gone missing, and why he had done it without any rest.
Perhaps, there was love, but it was definitely not the love that was known between a man and woman. It was the love for a little girl who hadn't grown up yet.
Deanna's world was rather pure. She would not scheme against others. Although she had shown some cunning, she had yet to mature.
Cynthia placed the washed fruits on the table before Deanna. "Eat some fruits first. He won't pick up the call even if you continue calling."
Deanna raised her head and widened her eyes. "Why?"
"Perhaps, he is also very disheartened now, which is why he can't come back to see Raeleigh for the time being, and maybe he's blaming himself." This was Cynthia's view. In fact, it was not difficult to figure this out. All it took was only to put herself in others' shoes if she wanted to understand their feelings.
Deanna chomped on a piece of fruit. "You mean that Jepherson is also very sad, but he didn't come because he's blaming himself?"
"Bingo." Actually, Cynthia wasn't very sure either. After all, it was not her own business.
"Oh," Deanna replied, leaning against her chair.
After sitting for a while, Deanna checked the time and turned to look at Raeleigh's room upstairs before she stood up. "I'm going back, or else my brother will be worried about me."
With that, she left. Scarlette went to see her off at the door. It wasn't until she saw Deanna getting into the car that she turned back.
As soon as she turned around, Hadrian appeared and stared strangely at her, as though he was staring at a prisoner.
He blocked her way when she walked over. She raised her head in confusion. "What's your problem?"
"Why did you buy a flight ticket?" Hadrian wore a gloomy expression. She frowned. "How did you know?"
Scarlette had bought it online. She hadn't told anyone, but Hadrian knew it somehow. It gave her an eerie feeling.
"It doesn't matter how I knew. Answer my question first."
"The ticket speaks for itself. The reason I've bought one, of course, is to go abroad. Or, did you think I bought it to resell it to others at a higher price?"
"Cancel the ticket. You're going nowhere." Hadrian turned around and left. She followed him, trying to argue with him. But before the argument broke out, he had entered the living room, where there were many people. She didn't want to quarrel with him in front of them. Quarrelling would turn them into a joke.
Hadrian was still pulling a long face when he entered the living room. He glanced at Xanthus and Cynthia, noticing nothing odd. He stood by the door while Scarlette came in, looked around, and walked to the couch. She started to feel drowsy after sitting down on it.
Hadrian had been gazing at her with a deeply furrowed brow.
Concurrently, Xanthus stood up and walked upstairs. When he arrived at the door of Novalie's room, he knocked on it, after which she told him to enter. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw that Raeleigh had fallen asleep in Novalie's arms. He pulled her over, carried her, and placed her next to Novalie. Then, he covered her with the blanket, tucking her so she could rest.
He turned around and drew the curtains. The sun began filtering in, which was good for Raeleigh's recovery.
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