Cordelia paid it no mind and was about to keep her phone back in her pocket when she received another anonymous text.
[I miss you so much.]
Her heart dropped, and a bad feeling crept over it like vines.
She stood rooted for some time with a blank mind before she took a deep breath. Her throat felt like it was closing up on its own, and it was awful.
‘Like the previous one, it’s probably sent wrongly,’ she said to herself.
She kept her phone but felt chills run down her spine. She hurried home, pulling her jacket closer to herself.
At the top floor of the Hamerton Group…
Zephyr stood before the floor-to-ceiling window and overlooked the bustling streets down the building. His brows were knitted together as an icy glint flashed in his eyes.
“Sir.” Robert came in with a knock on the door to report. “Dr. Stafford’s accommodation is prepared, and he reported at the medical center today.”
Zephyr hummed softly in response.
“Dr. Stafford’s a surgeon, but he’s done research in psychiatry and psychology, so the medical center hopes he can usually do consultations.
“And he met Ms. Zennie after arriving in Centrolis in the afternoon yesterday.” Robert continued to say, “Ms. Zennie’s mood has improved.”
Zephyr’s furrowed brows slowly smoothened out.
“That’s good,” he replied and turned back to look at Robert. “Cordelia suspects that Zennie passing out in the mall has to do with Phil Nelson.”
“But…” Robert was confused. “We’ve gone through the surveillance cameras. Phil wasn’t around her at that time.”
Zephyr narrowed his eyes and said softly after a long time, “Maybe the issue lies during their usual interaction…”
“Mr. Zephyr, you mean?”
“If they’re really dating, they must have texts they sent each other on their phones.” Zephyr wore a straight face. “Zennie won’t let me look at her phone, so we need to see if we can get our hands on Phil’s phone!”
“I understand!” Robert nodded firmly.
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