Rainie shrugged. "Don't look at me. My parents are ordinary people. They're all from the coastal area.
I was scammed and kidnapped. They'd probably only call the police, and it's very unlikely they'd look for me here."
For a moment, everyone looked at Dahlia and saw that she was still praying, calmly. When she saw everyone was looking at her, she only replied, "This is the work of God!"
No one said anything. We decided it'd be best not to ask her.
Naomi looked at me and narrowed her eyes. "Arianna, you've never told us about your past or your family."
I was a little stunned, but said with a smile, "I was born in a small county in Novell. I was an orphan. My grandmother raised me until she passed, and now I work alone in Asherton. I'm not very close to the people in my company, so even if I disappeared, I don't think people would've noticed."
Naomi clearly didn't expect that to be my answer, and she took my hand in hers. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ask."
I smiled faintly. "It's fine. It is what it is."
Everyone then assumed that it had been Tina's parents who had stumbled upon some leads that led them to continue their search for her in Myanway.
Thus, we bid our farewells to Pollard and his daughter, and left the rural village together with the policemen.
We got in a car.
After a short period of joy, everyone fell silent, and then Naomi spoke up. "I hope that this time, we can all return home safely for good. If we make it out alive and okay after all this, we have to keep in touch."
Rainie said with a smile, "Of course we'd make it out alive."
The car drove for about five to six hours before reaching the city. The car was supposed to be heading for Monsa, but it led us directly to Mindres, which was near the coast.
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