Morris Jackson turned around, his haggard face showed no signs of improvement, the whites of his eyes were suffused with red veins, and his nerves, tense the entire day, didn't get a moment's relief.
But at least now it can be confirmed that Lyra Smith may not have had an accident. She just went down the mountain and went somewhere else. As soon as she reaches a safe place to settle down, she will definitely contact him.
Lyra Smith.
Lyra Smith...
Morris Jackson murmured, repeating Lyra Smith's name over and over again.
...
Royster Road, No. 48.
Mikel Anderson took a quilt from the wardrobe and went to the next room.
She carefully and efficiently spread the quilt on the bed, replaced the pillowcases, and clumsily switched on the humidifier. She dropped a drop of essential oil onto the cotton in the humidifier. Soon, the room was filled with a sweet orange blossom fragrance.
