"He left this behind for you before he left."
The dean took out a small booklet left by Lamarre and handed it over to Jepherson, who stood in front of Lamarre's tombstone. Jepherson took it and just said, "Thank you."
The dean smiled and glanced at the person's image on the tombstone. Perhaps they would meet again in the next life.
He was the strongest and most indifferent man she had ever seen.
The dean, a woman in her thirties, turned to leave after she had handed the item over to him. Her figure cut through the rain with an umbrella in hand as she headed towards her car by herself.
At a sudden thought, the aforementioned woman turned to look at Jepherson and asked, "There are still some things in Mr. Lee's ward. Do you need my help to pack it up?"
"No need. I will pack it myself later." Jepherson held his own umbrella, his eyes fixed on the booklet in his hand as the pitter- patter of raindrops sounded out from around him.
This was an autumn rain. Rains during this season could be a little cool, which made it even more chilly!
After the dean left, Jepherson put the small booklet in a pocket under his jacket and stood there for a while. It wasn't until the rain stopped that he finally turned and walked towards his car.
Back inside, Jepherson leaned back against the carseat for a while. He was more than a little tired after the past few days.
The chauffeur was the one who brought them to this place, hence he was very clear about what to do at this moment. All he had to do was to maintain his silence.
"Return to the hospital."
"Yes, Mr. Richards."
The car departed from the inner part of the cemetery grounds and passed through the downtown area before they arrived back at the hospital. Jepherson got out of the car and packed up Lamarre's curios.
Raeleigh couldn't contact Jepherson these past few days. She wasn't sure exactly what it was he had left to do. All she wanted to tell him was that she couldn't keep the promise she made with him and now something had come up, she had to leave for a while.
As she couldn't get into contact with him, Raeleigh had no choice but to leave Capital City first. Moreover, she left without anyone being informed, nor did she go to see Santiago.
In this way, no one would know that Raeleigh had left.
Jepherson was kept abreast of what had happened in the residence only after his return. By that time, even his grandmother Marissa was all right.
After he entered through the door, his eyes immediately scanned the room. He knew with just one look that not everyone was here. With the exception of his mother, Jenna, asleep propped up on the table, Raeleigh was nowhere in sight. He immediately took out his phone to call her.
More than a dozen voicemails popped up on his phone after he switched it on, notifying him that someone had tried to contact him.
Two calls were from Jared, and the rest were from Raeleigh.
Jepherson's brows twitched. He quickly went to call her back.
It rang once before being diverted to voicemail.
At that moment, Jenna slowly woke up. When she noticed her eldest son's presence, she got up and went to his side.
She could tell from this child's expression that he was in a terrible mood.
For that reason, she didn't bother him when she walked up to him.
After Jared's call got connected, Jepherson demanded brusquely, "What is going on? Why can't I get through to Raeleigh?"
Jared paused on the other line, his hesitation evident, "She disappeared and she took Xanthus with her. We have searched the whole of Capital City and even parsed through all the international exit and entry records, but we couldn't find them. I also checked at Waverly Village, but they are nowhere to be found."
"Did you contact Zorion?" Jepherson's eyes were ice cold, his mouth a flat, white line.
"I did, he is also assisting in our search for Raeleigh, but there is still no news from him so far."
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