Tara Summer slowly lowered her hand, staring at the phone screen, her shoulders leaning against the wall.
Eventually, her body slid powerlessly to the ground before she collapsed and sat down.
Encased in coldness as if trapped in an icy abyss, she held the phone, staring fixedly at the screen for several minutes until Anthony finally sent the address.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tara got up from the ground, put on her shoes, and then rushed downstairs.
She didn't want to alarm the Yancey Family, but since she didn't have her passport or any other identification on her, she had no choice but to go back to the Yancey's to retrieve them.
Haven't eaten for three days, Tara's complexion was pale, and after only a few steps, she was drenched in cold sweat, looking close to fainting.
Nevertheless, she drove herself back to the Yancey's villa. Henry Taylor was unaware that Tara was returning, so when she entered the Villa Hall, the servants were startled.
"Young Madam!"
