The man looked up at Evelyn Clayton in disbelief.
Evelyn Clayton gritted her teeth, then leaned over to support his arm, whispering, "John Jacobs dared to kill, how could he possibly have a change of heart and take care of your wife? We can’t trust him, we need to get out..."
Evelyn Clayton’s words were like a blow that snapped the driver out of it.
The driver gritted his teeth and found a dium-length steel rod in the room, stabbing it hard into the keyhole.
The door wobbled slightly, and a dent appeared at the keyhole.
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes widened in surprise, "Yes! Just like that! As long as we can pick the lock—"
Before she could finish, there was a bang!
The ground shook like an earthquake, and the sound of the rain outside beca clearer.
Evelyn Clayton stood there stunned.
Was it soone breaking down the outer door?
The sound of police sirens quickly followed.
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes widened with joy.
"We’re in here!!" Evelyn Clayton shouted from inside and climbed up to the window again to look.
Several figures ca through the door, looking like police, holding dry powder extinguishers, quickly putting out part of the fire inside the factory, creating a path.
At that mont, another familiar figure eagerly rushed toward the small room, kicking the small door.
Evelyn Clayton’s eyes widened, and before she could clearly see who it was, the next second her foot slipped—
She shut her eyes tight, but instead of the expected pain, Evelyn Clayton fell into an embrace filled with the scent of rain.
Opening her eyes, Evelyn Clayton looked at the person in front of her with bewildernt and shock.
Soon, she was tightly wrapped in a protective embrace.
"Jas..." Evelyn Clayton opened her mouth, the soreness in her throat finally breaking, tears rolling down her face like they were free.
Jas Grant, how could it be Jas Grant...
Hadn’t he already gone back?
Before Evelyn Clayton could think, Jas Grant scooped her up, carrying her out of the factory.
Even after getting in the car, Evelyn Clayton was still in a daze.
The driver was escorted out by the police, and Evelyn Clayton sat by the car window, wrapped in a blanket, watching with complex emotions as Jas Grant negotiated with the police outside.
The man’s tall figure was like a silhouette in the rain, shrouded in a thin layer of mist, not very clear, but Evelyn Clayton inexplicably felt that no matter when or where, in any situation, she could recognize this figure.
From the front seat, Quentin Hale handed over a bottle of coffee, in a glass bottle, which Evelyn Clayton numbly took and held in her hand.
Warm, dry.
"Miss Clayton, are you alright?" Quentin Hale turned to look at her, his voice soothing, "Director Grant will take you for a check-up in a while, please bear with us for now."
Evelyn Clayton slowly spoke, her voice hoarse, "I’m fine..."
After a pause, she added with difficulty, "Jas Grant, didn’t he leave?"
Quentin Hale was silent for a mont and then said, "Director Grant didn’t leave. He knew you were helping the police catch John Jacobs here and was worried about you, so he stayed. Today, when the police contacted him, he found out you were missing. He went to the hotel to inquire, and when he found out, he rushed over."
Evelyn Clayton didn’t ask how Jas Grant knew about the police’s moves, she stayed silent, lowering her eyelids.
Soon, Jas Grant returned to the car.
He was still wet from the rain, and after getting in the car, he almost cautiously observed Evelyn Clayton’s condition, speaking in a hoarse voice after a long ti, "Are you alright?"
Evelyn Clayton’s throat moved slightly, the sourness and pain choking her into silence.
After a long while, Evelyn Clayton leaned forward without a word and hugged Jas Grant.
Jas Grant stiffened, not moving for a long ti.
After a long while, he finally, as if cherishing sothing precious, tightly embraced Evelyn Clayton.
"I’m sorry." Jas Grant’s voice seed choked, "I’m sorry I ca late."
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