After leaving Malissa in the room underground, Hayden returned to his room to find a very worried-looking Auntie pacing around his living room. He glanced around at the overly decorated dining table along with the immense amount of untouched food as he wondered what this feast of a party was supposed to be for.
“What’s this?” he asked bluntly.
“Hayden! Why are you back so late?! Where is Malissa? She was supposed to meet me here to check the decoration and everything else. I called her but she didn’t turn up. I called her again and again…” Auntie wailed in panic.
Hayden watched with furrowed brows as the old woman wrung her hands around like she was about to burst out crying. He quickly realized that she had not replied to his question at all and had asked him many more questions in return.
“Answer my question first,” Hayden demanded curtly.
