Could Old Mr. Malone be any more aware of what was on his grandson's mind?
"Ronald, just because I haven't stopped you doesn't mean I agree with your decision. Come back soon. The Malone family will go on without you."
"Grandpa, give me a week at most. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Truth be told, there wasn't much they could do about the trouble Brittany was facing. Kari had come over mainly to see Brittany.
One week should be more than enough.
Old Mr. Malone snorted, which Ronald took as a reluctant agreement.
After hanging up, Ronald cleared his schedule and delegated his remaining duties to his assistant: "Don't contact me for a while. I'll get back to you once everything is sorted and I'm back in Imperial City."
"Understood."
...
Kari slept like a log and woke up to a call from Brittany.
"Kari, I'm alright. I'm staying with the Lynette family. We should meet up and have a proper chat."
Knowing she was safe, Kari breathed a sigh of relief: "Sounds good."
After hanging up, Kari looked around for Ronald but couldn't find him anywhere. Passing by the study, she noticed the light was still on.
She tiptoed closer and gently pushed the door open. There, under the warm glow of the lamp, Ronald was sprawled across the desk, sound asleep.
His computer screen was still lit, displaying documents filled with annotations she couldn't make sense of – probably Ronald's work.
Kari crouched down, studying Ronald's face, lost in thought.
Despite his busy schedule, Ronald had come all the way to Craneville for her, silently dealing with work matters without her knowing.
It was impossible not to feel touched.
And that was the truth.
Kari softly tapped him: "Ronald."
Hearing her voice, Ronald opened his eyes, looking a bit dazed before fully waking up.
"You're awake."
"Do you need to rest?"
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