Capital City was under a day-long drizzle, the sky weighed down by dark clouds where thunder and lightning darted amidst the heavy layers.
It gave an inexplicable impression of a storm brewing, with wind sweeping through lofty buildings!
In Baron Lawrence's villa, Scott Harris lightened his footsteps, quietly went past, and softly asked, "Lord, has the young master fallen asleep?"
"Yes."
Tobias Clark had spent the entire day crying himself to sleep, waking to find Enna Clark still not back, and crying again.
He wasn't wailing loudly, but was crying softly in a way that tugged at the heartstrings, as if he were desperately suppressing his vulnerabilities and fear.
The sight was heartrending to watch.
After spending the entire day and night thus, Scott Harris felt unusually distressed.
He wished he could immediately find Enna and bring her back.
If they didn't find Ms. Clark soon, he feared both the young master and the Lord would break down.
