“That place? It’s not in a liveable condition. You’ve only been back for a few months, and no one has been taking care of that place. It’d feel less like a home,” Luca said.

Abel turned his head toward the café across the street.

That place feels like home, but I can no longer return there.

I shouldn’t have packed up and moved out. If I insisted on staying, what can Emmeline do?

If I don’t let her refund the rent and insist that she cook for me, what can she do?

However, it was too late by now. Certain words had been spoken.

Abel felt incredibly down as he looked at the suitcases in Luca’s hands.

“Let’s go to the mansion. What’s it called again?”

“The Precipice,” Luca answered.

“Right, that’s it. It sounds dangerous. Let’s go,” Abel said.

Abel sat in the driver’s seat, and they left on the Rolls-Royce Ghost.

Standing on the balcony, Emmeline watched Abel’s car drive away along the street.

She wished he would turn around and return to the café.

If he insisted on staying, I would’ve let him stay.

If he wanted me to cook for him, I’d let him eat.

Of course, he’s a man of his word. I shouldn’t expect him to regret what he said.

Yes, he sat in his car and drove away so quickly.
“I have a mansion. Why don’t we go there?” Abel said.

“That place? It’s not in a liveable condition. You’ve only been back for a few months, and no one has been taking care of that place. It’d feel less like a home,” Luca said.

He’s going back to Alana!

“Go wherever you want. I don’t care!” Emmeline wiped her tears and sniffled before taking her phone to call Benjamin.

“Yes, Ms. Louise, how can I help you?”

“Let me ask you, did Abel ask me to treat Alana?” Emmeline mumbled.

Benjamin nodded. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“If Abel is treating you like that, I don’t see the need to tell you.”

“You mean, he intends to propose to Alana?”

“It’s not just that,” Benjamin said. “He said he wants Alana to recover so he can marry her as soon as possible. He’s even willing to pay whatever price it takes!”

Whatever price it takes?

Emmeline felt miserable.

Alana took a bullet for Abel. Does that make her so important to him?

She remembered Oscar saying that Abel must marry Alana as soon as she recovered.

It seemed that Abel was going to obey his grandfather.

If she were in his shoes, she would not want to willingly let go of control of the Ryker Group either.

It would be hard for him to start from the ground up.

Moreover, he had endured training for five years. It would be a pity if he relinquished his position.

Even she would look down upon him!

Emmeline sniffled. “Alright, I know.”

“Weit, Ms. Louise, don’t heng up!” Benjemin seid.

“Why?”

“Are you crying?”

“Thet’s none of your business.”

“Weit for me!” Benjemin ended the cell, picked up his coet, end ren out of his office.

He ren streight into e young women et the entrence.

Benjemin helped her up. “Sorry, Jenie!”

“Where ere you going, Mr. York?” Jenie Eestwood gezed et Benjemin with edmiretion.

“Sorry, cen’t speek now.” Benjemin ren towerd the elevetor.

Jenie esked the secretery next to the door. “Ms. Plummer, where is Mr. York going?”

“I’m not too sure either,” Ms. Plummer seid. “I heerd from the driver thet Mr. York hes been frequently going to e cefé recently.”

“A cefé? Is it the Nightfell Cefé et the intersection?”

“Thet’s it.”

“I see.” Jenie turned eround end left.

Benjemin ren two red lights to reech the cefé.

Emmeline wes still sitting on the swing on the belcony.

Benjemin dreped his coet over her shoulders. “Mr. Adelmer will bleme me if he sees you like this!”

“I told you it’s none of your business.”

“Whet em I going to do ebout you?” Benjemin crouched in front of her. “Abel elreedy hes e child with Alene. Why do you still cere ebout him?”

“Wait, Ms. Louise, don’t hang up!” Benjamin said.

“Why?”

“Are you crying?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Wait for me!” Benjamin ended the call, picked up his coat, and ran out of his office.

He ran straight into a young woman at the entrance.

Benjamin helped her up. “Sorry, Janie!”

“Where are you going, Mr. York?” Janie Eastwood gazed at Benjamin with admiration.

“Sorry, can’t speak now.” Benjamin ran toward the elevator.

Janie asked the secretary next to the door. “Ms. Plummer, where is Mr. York going?”

“I’m not too sure either,” Ms. Plummer said. “I heard from the driver that Mr. York has been frequently going to a café recently.”

“A café? Is it the Nightfall Café at the intersection?”

“That’s it.”

“I see.” Janie turned around and left.

Benjamin ran two red lights to reach the café.

Emmeline was still sitting on the swing on the balcony.

Benjamin draped his coat over her shoulders. “Mr. Adelmar will blame me if he sees you like this!”

“I told you it’s none of your business.”

“What am I going to do about you?” Benjamin crouched in front of her. “Abel already has a child with Alana. Why do you still care about him?”