Adelaide was on the phone, trying to cajole someone on the other end.
She wasn't sure what they said, but her face didn't look too pleased. Yet, her tone was almost pleading, "Parker, you have nothing to worry about. I won’t owe you a penny. We've known each other for so long, do you really think I'd skip out on a debt? Just give me some time. If I can't come up with the money, I'll pay you back with myself, how about that?"
After hanging up, Adelaide scoffed disdainfully.
If she had anyone else to turn to, she wouldn't have spent her time trying to appease an older man like Parker.
While waiting for the person she had called to arrive, she kept her eyes fixed on the building ahead.
It was the penthouse of one of the buildings in Southshore Estates.
Brian had taken a nap and then woke up.
He felt like hunger was what had pulled him from sleep.
Anyone would feel off after a day of instant noodles, especially someone who was used to having meals planned out by a personal nutritionist.
Awake and desperate for something decent to eat, Brian checked the fridge. It had some vegetables and meat, but he didn't know the first thing about cooking.
The food was what they had bought when they initially holed up here.
Matthew was the one who could cook, and the plan had been for him to handle meals.
But now that Matthew was gone, Brian could only stare helplessly at the ingredients.
After a moment’s thought, he headed toward the room that had been shut all day.
He had worked so hard to protect Morwenna; the least she could do was make him a meal, right?
Absolutely, she should!
Morwenna was used to tough times and could handle a bit of hunger, but Brian couldn’t!
With that thought, Brian knocked on Morwenna's door.
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