Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358: She Returned Home

(Author’s POV)

*Buzz .... Chime .... Buzz*

Wendy was fast asleep in her room after a very long and tiring day. Her deep slumber was disturbed by her phone’s continuous vibration. She peeked with one eye at the wall clock, which indicated it was around two in the morning.

"Who is calling me at this hour?" she mumbled to herself, her voice scratchy because of her dry throat. Nevertheless, she ended up picking the call.

From the other end, a forced whispering sound echoed, "Hello~ ... I am outside the house. Open the door for me."

Wendy knitted her brows together, checked the number, which was some unknown ten digits. With the same sore voice, she said, "You have dialled the wrong number." She was about to disconnect the call, but the other person spoke, their voice a bit louder than before, though it was still hushed, "Wendy~ .... It’s me, Myra. I am waiting at the door. Come down and open it."

"My~ ...~ra? Myra ... Si~s, sis?" As soon as she realized who it was, she sat up abruptly, jumped out of her bed, while replying, "Give me a second. I will be right there."

Still clutching her phone steadily, Wendy wore her Hello Kitty slippers haphazardly and went downstairs in a rush. When she passed by her parents’ room, her steps deliberately softened. She swiftly unlocked the gate and found Myra standing outside all alone.

It was dark outside as rain pitter pattered persistently, with the only light source being the street light. So, she didn’t notice her sister’s swollen face and puffy, slightly red, rimmed eyes; only her silhouette was outlined.

Yet Wendy could tell something was definitely up. After all, why would Myra return in the middle of the night?

They both stepped inside the house as Myra placed the brand new umbrella into the basket. The moment the main door closed behind them, they both heard a car’s engine roaring, and then all went quiet.

’So, she wasn’t alone. Someone came here to drop her off,’ Wendy thought internally and sighed. She has been gawking at her sister, waiting for her to say something, but Myra hadn’t breathed a single syllable. When she saw her heading upstairs, she silently walked into the kitchen and started preparing some Chamomile tea for Myra.

Myra dragged her still weakened body to her room. She didn’t feel like changing or anything and just wanted to take a nap. Things have been rough for her. But, although her clothes were all dry now, less than an hour ago, she had been doused in the heavy downpour. So, she eventually ended up going to the bathroom to freshen up.

After taking a hot shower, her face and complexion appeared significantly better than before. The puffiness under her eyes lessened as well. When she took a step outside, Wendy was already sitting on her bed, a golden and pale yellow steaming cup of tea sitting right on the bedside table. With a groggy voice, she spoke, "Wendy~ ... why are you here? Not feeling sleepy?"

"Umhmm~ ..." Wendy shook her head, "I was waiting for you, sis." She looked at Myra in anticipation, thinking she would finally reveal what was going on. But when she observed that her sister wasn’t going to say anything, she couldn’t help herself and fired questions like a rapid shooting pistol, "Sis, tell me, what’s going on? Weren’t you at your classmate Shelly’s place? Why did you return so abruptly in such heavy rain? Who dropped you here? Whose phone number was it?"

Myra moistened her lips as she let Wendy speak. She was well aware of her sister’s personality. Of course, anyone would be curious as well as worried to see her come back at this time. She understood that very well.

She walked towards the window to close it as she started, "After getting the news from you about Chairman Larson, I went to the location of the crash. Shelly’s~ .... brother .... took me there."

"Ohh~ .... You went there? So~ ..." Wendy paused, as she gulped her saliva down and added, "Is Chairman Larson~ .... really?"

"No~ .... Chairman Larson~ ... he is still alive, but~ .... in severely critical condition," Myra spun around and told her.

"But why are the news channels and media articles still claiming that he is~ ...." Wendy questioned again. Then she answered her own words, "Ohhh~ .... did someone intentionally do something to the plane to harm Chairman Larson? Like those web series and movies?"

Even Myra couldn’t tell the answer to that. She just recalled what Dion had told her.

Myra settled on the bed beside Wendy and took a sip of the warm liquid, relaxing gradually. Apart from the chicken soup, which she reluctantly drank earlier, she hasn’t had anything all day.

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