Chapter 798
The air after the rain had a damp smell to it.
Wayne was holding his phone, listening to Ivy and Hilaria chatting about some really childish stuff.
His heavy heart was healed as well.
After about ten minutes of chatting, someone knocked on the door and entered Hilaria’s room.
She then apologized to Ivy, saying, “Sweetle, I gotta go now. If you miss me, just tell your mom and dad, okay?”
“Alright!” Ivy waved to Hilaria, “Granny Hilaria, bye-bye.”
“Bye-bye, Ivy-”
After the video call ended, Hilaria’s face immediately turned serious.
She looked at the person who entered, “So? Is there still no sign of Calvin?*
The man replied solemnly. “We found his car”
“What does that mean?” Hilaria frowned.
“Calvins car was at the bottom of a cliff. The damage was severe, only half of the frame remained, the rest was washed away by the waves.”
“A cliff?”
Hilaria stood up abruptly.
The man’s eyes turned red, lowering his head. “My lady, Calvin, he
“Impossible!” Hilaria slammed her hand on the table, “I want proof! Dead or alive, find him!”
“Yes! Please take care of yourself and don’t be angry!”
“Go find him!” Hilaria slammed the table once more.
The man quickly left
“Latham Jared’ Yvonne Gorman!”
Hilaria gripped the armrests of her chair tightly.
The fury in her eyes was like a fire that could burn everything!
After the video call with her loved one, Ivy’s mood improved a lot.
But her ice cream had melted.
Wayne bought two more mini cones for them, and they ate them outside the convenience store before leisurely heading back to the hotel.
In the hotel lobby, at the reception area on their way to the elevator, there was a skinny woman in her forties, clutching an old bag tightly to her
chest
Her hands were shaking, her eyes were restless.
Her extremely dry lips kept moving, as if she was rapidly repeating a sentence over and over.
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