"This too shall pass..." Victoria comforted herself,
"If he didn't come back tonight, he will come back tomorrow. He will eventually return."
But words alone didn't ease her troubled heart.
Especially, she didn't want to go back to the bedchamber.
It seemed that only in such an empty place, she felt slightly more comfortable.
The time ticked past midnight, and Victoria could not help but hold her head.
"I'm going crazy," she mumbled to herself.
She picked up her phone, glanced at it, and dialed Hank Clegg's number again.
The same message indicating the phone was switched off greeted her from the other side.
Victoria, defeated, held her forehead and put down the phone.
The chilling female voice from the phone repeated the message in a loop.
Victoria didn't have the strength to turn it off.
The garden was serene, Victoria turned back to look at the mansion.
The lights in Michael's room were already off.
Everyone was asleep, only she was still outside alone.
