A scowl formed on Hilliard’s face, the brewing anger about to erupt.


    Cyrus’s well-intentioned but relentless counsel was pushing his patience to its limits.


    He responded coldly, “How would you like a good beating?”


    He got no response from Cyrus afterwards.


    It looked like Cyrus got scared.


    Hilliard turned off his phone and made a month’s reservation of the hotel room.


    All his credit cards, money and clothes were stored in this room.


    Without an umbre, he strode onto the street in the rain decisively.


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    If he aimed to y the sympathy card with Jennifer, he needed to y it well, to make himself seem like the world had dealt him a harsh hand.


    In thete hours of the night, he found himself sprinting through the downpour.


    He became breathless and soaked after a while.


    He finally conceded to exhaustion and decided to take a taxi.


    However, reality suddenly dawned on him.


    He hadn’t brought any money or his phone with him.


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    Hilliard dashed into a nearby shed to seek shelter from the relentless rain that wasing down.


    With a quick nce, he gauged the distance between the Turner family’s residence and the hotel, and made a rough estimation.


    After a bit of calction, he discovered that the time it would take to get to the Turner family’s home was nearly the same as the time it would take to return to the hotel.


    With a resolute choice, he brazed up and charged out into the rain.


    He careened through the night’s heavy rain with reckless abandon.


    An entire hour slipped by, yet he still found himself a distance away from the Turner family’s house.


    He had double-checked the path to the Turner family’s residence before stepping out.


    But, thete hour of the night coupled with the rain’s obscuring veil led him astray, resulting in a wrong turn and a final, frustrating loss of direction.


    At three or four in the evening, the streetsy devoid of any signs of life.


    There were no passing cars or pedestrians in sight.


    Trapped between returning to the distant hotel and navigating towards the Turner family’s unreachable abode, he found himself at an impasse.


    He was drenched in the heavy rain alone, like a helpless puppy.


    But, even in his plight, there was a peculiar silver lining.


    He did manage to make himself look pathetic.


    The following morning unveiled a bright atmosphere in Stastle, with sunlight illuminating the town.


    After breakfast, Noelle dialed Mekhi’s number, nervous.