The entire afternoon was spent discussing without reaching any breakthrough conclusions, leading to a reluctant adjournnt of the eting.
After everyone left, only Galen Collins remained seated alone, his hand covering his forehead, clearly troubled by the matter.
Starting from a couple of missing person cases to the current thousands, the situation escalated too quickly, leaving no clues.
After a long while, he exhaled deeply, glanced at the phone beside him, and rembered Luna.
For so reason, he began to feel a sense of regret.
Perhaps...
His tone back then had been a bit harsh.
After so thought, he decided to call Luna back.
Very soon, the call connected. He hesitated for a long ti, unsure how to begin, but the other party spoke first: "Are you finished with work?"
"Yes," he replied. "Tell , what’s up?"
"Has George Lyle’s DNA sample been found? Also, I want you to help look into soone, Kelly Wright."
Hearing George’s na reminded him, although he had inford the police, there had been no follow-up since.
However, Lewis had ntioned this to him previously, but he had been too busy to listen.
Coincidentally, he needed to get so docunts from there, so he said, "I’ll head over to get sothing later. If you’re in a hurry, co with ."
"..."
There was a mont of silence on the other end of the line, but eventually, the response ca, "Alright, where should I wait for you?"
"No need, I’ll pick you up. Where are you?"
...
——— The neighborhood.
Luna lay on the bed and hung up the phone.
She had George’s hair and could quickly do a DNA comparison, speeding things up.
But... she didn’t want to see Galen Collins again, not even a bit.
Maybe because she hadn’t moved on yet.
Thinking of this, she slapped her cheeks twice forcefully, telling herself, "Without a man, you’ll live better. He despises you, despises you..."
Saying this, she felt significantly better, as if clouds were parted by sunshine.
Having thought it through, she got out of bed and changed clothes.
A closet full of dresses, seemingly unused for a long ti, considering she was out on business and didn’t want them dirtied or damaged.
Among them, one or two black suits were her favorite for work: casual, unobtrusive, more like sportswear.
Once dressed, she grabbed a black backpack containing all her essentials and left the house.
When she reached the entrance to the neighborhood, Galen Collins’ car arrived, a black rcedes, not a police car.
She opened the door, sat in the passenger seat, and threw her bag onto the back seat, saying, "Let’s go."
Her voice was cold, no longer the lively one from before, and there was no smile on her face.
It seed as if they had never known each other.
Yet, how could one be so deliberately cold to soone they had never t before?
Galen Collins knew that the girl was angry.
He didn’t know why, but he felt a bit panicked, unsure, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in many years.
"I was too harsh with my words then, I apologize."
"..."
Luna said nothing, rely staring at the windshield before her, a hint of impatience on her face.
Then the car started, moving along the road.
A few minutes later, Luna spoke, "Galen Collins."
"Yes?" He glanced sideways at Luna, then refocused on the road ahead.
Luna’s voice was light and indifferent, "I won’t bother you anymore, nor do I want to. I feel..."
She paused, unable to find the right words, finally saying, "Tired."
Those simple words made the man’s hands tighten on the wheel.
Tired? What does tired an?
He might have actually wanted to ask, but he didn’t, and simultaneously, he realized sothing was off.
Previously, if the girl had said that, he would have felt relief, but now it wasn’t the sa. Instead, he felt...
Heartbroken.
People from two different worlds could never be together. He didn’t want to delay her, nor did he want feelings to develop.
This complete end was the correct choice.
After a long pause, he uttered two words, "Yes, okay."
Hearing these words, Luna realized it was truly over. She would never have to ask again, nor would Galen Collins need to answer.
Clearly... she was soone who would resort to any ans to achieve her goals, yet she had given up on her own objectives soday.
This unfamiliar feeling felt like breaking her lifestyle.
At the sa ti, she believed more in her usual saying, being independent, alone, refusing n.
What good were n, other than being stumbling blocks that erode one’s ambition?
Seeing her silence, Galen Collins continued, "You’re not getting any younger, you should have a normal life, get married, have children..."
"It’s none of your business! Acting all concerned like you’re so youthful yourself!" She rolled her eyes at him, then seed to recall sothing and suddenly said, "Oh~ no wonder you’re not married or dating. Turns out you’re still young."
Galen Collins: "..."
The girl seed to have suddenly taken so explosive, her words sharp, even resorting to personal attacks.
"I’m just giving you advice. Whether you take it or not is up to you."
"No need, thank you."
Galen Collins: "Do you really have to talk to like this? Hmm?"
"What else? How should I? Cheerfully say, okay, Uncle Galen Collins, you’re right, I’ll listen to you."
"Yes, good girl."
Luna: "?"
She turned her head and saw Galen Collins with a faint smile on his lips, looking pleasant even if just for a mont, but she noticed.
This guy was obviously taking advantage!
"So you do know how to smile. I thought you couldn’t." She said disgruntedly.
Galen Collins collected his expression and said seriously, "Alright, let’s talk about serious matters. If you continue with this, eventually you’ll infringe upon..."
...
——— North City.
Vicars Hotel.
Upon returning, Elliana Lyle was forced to take a bath, all because she had hugged a cat.
She began to envy Phoebe Lyle, living in a world of cats all day, thinking it must be blissful, unsure of when her little Lotus might give her a litter of kittens.
However, Little Lotus seed to be a male cat. Realizing this, she suddenly had an idea.
She quickly called Phoebe Lyle.
"Sister Phoebe, give a cat, okay? I’ll make it Little Lotus’s wife."
The person on the other end replied, "Sure, which one do you want?"
"The whitest, fattest one with blue eyes."
"..." Phoebe Lyle hesitated for a second then said, "That might not be possible."
She thought it must be because Sister Phoebe cherished it, since it was the best-looking one.
Before she could speak, Phoebe Lyle continued, "Because that’s a male cat."
Elliana Lyle: "(●—●)"
But it’s really beautiful. After much deliberation, she said, "Anything will do, when kids grow up, they eventually need a wife."
"Okay then, do you want to co get it yourself, or should I bring it to you?"
She replied, "I’ll have soone from Moonlake Villas pick it up, since Little Lotus still lives at Moonlake Villas."
After hanging up, everything was arranged, she’d get one first, then spay both big cats.
In that sense, the cat food and canned cat food she brought over today were like a dowry.
Little Lotus: Arranged marriage? And such a good thing?
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