"Alright, I''ll let you go. Poppy''s waiting for you."


    "She''s in a vulnerable state right now. Don''t keep her waiting."


    Helena said with a gentleugh before hanging up.


    Soren stood frozen.


    Just then, Gregory approached. Seeing the look on Soren''s face, he asked hesitantly, "Mr. Fawkes, should we...?"


    Soren didn''t say a word.


    He surveyed the mountaintop, lit up as bright as day, bustling with people who seemedpletely oblivious to his presence. He finally lifted a hand.


    "Let''s go back."


    Gregory breathed a sigh of relief.


    Poppy and Helena had just been pressuring him, worried something might happen


    to Soren, and had insisted he find a way to get him to leave immediately.


    But seeing the anguish on Mr. Fawkes''s face, he''d been afraid Soren would impulsively insist on staying, regardless of the consequences.


    Thankfully, he hadn''t.


    But then again, Gregory felt a pang of sadness.


    He thought Soren should have stayed.


    After all, he and Evangeline had been husband and wife.


    But Gregory couldn''t advise him to stay either. The Carlisles and the Lockridges had made it clear they weren''t wee, and with them in the way, staying would be pointless.


    He was ovee with mixed feelings.


    "I''ll get the car, Mr. Fawkes," Gregory finally said after a moment''s thought.


    On the other side of the summit, Glenn watched Soren''s retreating figure, entirely unsurprised.


    "I can see he''s not entirely without feelings for Evangeline," Arabe''s voice came from beside him.


    Glenn turned to find Arabe had appeared at his side at some point.


    She''d changed out of her rescue gear and was now in a light blue tracksuit.


    The hair she''d had tied up was now loose around her shoulders, the slight curl at the ends adding a touch of allure.


    She raised a delicate eyebrow,


    watching Soren''s retreating back "A


    shame she tutted. "But clearly not


    enough love to make him stay. I can''t imagine how Evangeline put up with him for five years."


    The more she learned, the more Arabe had to admire Evangeline''s tenacity.


    After all, she couldn''t believe Evangeline had the willpower to hold on to such a faint glimmer of hope for five years.


    If she''d spent those five years on anything other than chasing a man, she could have been sessful at anything.


    Glenn shot her a look but said nothing.


    Arabe patted his shoulder yfully. "If it were me, I''d definitely choose the man who loved me more."


    Glenn subtly sidestepped her touch.


    He ignored herment and, ncing at her outfit, asked, "Where are you off to?"


    Unfazed by his evasion, Arabe


    replied, "We found an ess point to the bottom of the cliff about thirty kilometers from here, I''m taking a team to search from that side."


    Glenn knew the area; he''d already sent a few men that way.


    However, the area wasn''t essible by off-road vehicle. The path was treacherous, it was easy to get lost in the fog, and he''d received a report this morning that one of the hen he sent had almost been unable to find his way back.


    Glenn ryed the situation to her, adding, "It might be even more dangerous over there than it is here."


    "I know," Arabe said. "But out here, you''re exposed to the wind and rain, getting scraped up and cut."


    "If I''m going to die, I''m going to do it looking good."


    "Besides, they might still be alive. And if they''re trying to get back, that''s the only direction they could walk. We might run into them."


    With that, Arabe tossed her hair and started to walk away.


    "Keep yourms on and stay in touch."


    Arabe waved over her shoulder in a gesture of goodbye, then left.


    The sky grew overcast, and soon a light drizzle began to fall.


    The drops tapped a dull rhythm against the car window.


    Soren sat in the back, his eyes closed.


    A few minutester, he was jolted awake.