Raymond really stopped making a fuss. He coldly snorted at Anthony and turned to leave.
Soon, only Moore and Anthony were left downstairs at the Green Grove Apartment.
Moore took the initiative to speak, "Anthony, you know how difficult these past five years have been for Mavis. Since you agreed to divorce, why do you keep playing tricks and hurting her repeatedly? Can't you just let her go?"
Anthony sneered in response, "Your Cranian keeps getting better. Who taught you?"
"I've been in Crana for over a month now, so I need to learn some Cranian knowledge to communicate without barriers here," Moore paused, then quickly continued, "But don't change the subject. We are talking about the divorce. Why do you insist on keeping Mavis with you when she no longer loves you? What's the point?"
Faced with Moore's articulate accusations, Anthony had only one response, "Our marital affairs are none of your business."
Moore was taken aback and his frustration was evident on his face. "I'm not strong enough to carry you and the wheelchair by myself. You figure it out on your own."
After saying that, Moore turned and went upstairs, ignoring Anthony.
Anthony remained calm, took out a box of expensive cigarettes, lit one, and began to smoke leisurely. The gentle breeze carried the smoke away.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Anthony didn't move a step, and his noble aura was not concealed by the bandages wrapped around his legs.
He sat there, smoking, and waiting.
Either Moore would come to his senses and come down to carry him.
Or he would wait for Mavis to come back and see him being treated this way.
Either way, he was sitting there, without losing anything.
However, he waited for almost half an hour.
The first to appear was Raymond, who returned from the imported supermarket. His hands were empty, and he looked anxious, coming back alone.
He didn't even glance at Anthony in the corridor, rushing past him to go upstairs.
Sensing something amiss, Anthony frowned and asked, "Where is Mavis?"
Raymond stopped, turned back, and tears glistened in his eyes.
"I searched that imported supermarket several times, but couldn't find my sister. I checked the surveillance cameras with the security, and it turns out she never entered the supermarket. Her phone is also unreachable. I don't know if something happened to her. I've already called the police and I want to call Moore to help find her. If you can't help, then stop babbling."
He spoke rapidly, then quickly ran upstairs as if he were a gust of wind.
Leaving Anthony alone in the cool breeze, smoking and pondering.
Not two minutes later, there was a hurried sound of someone coming downstairs.
Raymond and Moore rushed down, one after the other, as fast as they could.
As they passed by Anthony, Raymond approached Moore and whispered, "I suspect that my sister was implicated by someone and kidnapped by someone's enemies. The police are involved, and they should be able to find her location soon. When that happens, be proactive and show your true feelings in adversity. If my sister sees you risking your life to save her, she will definitely be moved."
Moore nodded earnestly. "Don't worry. Even if I didn't have any personal interest in this matter, I would still risk everything to save Mavis."
Raymond was impressed with Moore's response. "It seems like it takes a crisis for us to know who the real man for my sister is! Moore, I'm rooting for you!"
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