"I can wait, no matter how long it takes, I've already waited for a long time and don't mind waiting a bit longer," Rebecca looked at Chen Yu, her eyes, bloodshot, stared intently at him. Chen Yu didn't say anything, as he expected Rebecca to be willing to wait. For her, the hatred had turned into bitter wine, and she was guarding it, constantly tormenting herself. Seeing her now, Chen Yu felt a bit melancholic. For most, it would seem like just an urban legend or a scary nighttime story, but it had actually happened to this unfortunate family. Besides Rebecca, who else would take their plight seriously? After all, in America, running away from home or people going missing wasn't news unless it involved something mysterious, otherwise it wouldn't even qualify for a news show.