Ten minutes later, she slipped back into the car.
As soon as she got in, she called Sylvan Cheney, but no one answered.
Lilac Serval furrowed her brows, her eyes filled with a gloomy light and the extinguished sheen, deep and fathomless.
Having no choice, she could only call Charles McIntosh.
"Brother McIntosh," Lilac Serval said calmly, "I've safely sent Chale Cheney home. Did you call Mr. Cheney just now?"
Charles McIntosh was lying in bed with his eyes closed, struggling to turn on the speakerphone, his face unusually weary and tired.
"I did, but couldn't get through," Charles McIntosh's voice was hoarse and low.
"How could this be," Lilac Serval frowned, "I'll go check on him."
"It's raining heavily outside, you're a lady, don't go," Charles McIntosh advised, "It's no use even if you do. It's your first time in Landon, you're not familiar with the areas."
