Chapter 215
Odalys was taken aback.
She had planned to find an opportunity to visit the old man, but she hadn’t expected Freya to bring it up. Without hesitation, she nodded, “Alright,
You’re the best. Odalys!” Freya exclaimed, jumping to her feet.
She slapped her own backside playfully before grabbing Odalys hand and pulling her along. As they walked, Freya picked a few yellow wildflowers and tucked them into her hair.
“How does it look!” Freya asked, glancing over at her.
Odalys glanced at the flowers “Beautiful,” she replied.
Freya, not missing a beat, also picked some flowers and placed them in Odalys hair. Selah, seeing this, followed suit, pinning a couple of flowers. into her own hair while taking selfies. “Bring your lace closer,” she said, grinning.
“Cheese!” they all laughed together as they posed for the camera
They walked, chatting and picking flowers, while Stellan and Francis trailed behind like bodyguards, silently watching but with distant looks in their
It was clear they were both worried about what Odalys had said earlier–about what could happen next.
Selah approached the old man’s door and knocked.
The elderly man, nervous, looked at his son before quickly opening the door.
He had expected Odalys alone, but seeing the entire group standing there caught him off guard. He hesitated before asking politely, “What brings all of you here?
we’re leaving.” Freya explained with a sinile. “We couldn’t finish all the food, so we brought it to you.
Stellan and Francis entered, carrying the food.
The elderly man didn’t seem to be too surprised by their actions, as he knew they would honor their word. He stood still, watching Odalys with a thoughtful expression.
“Don’t worry,” Odalys reassured him as she passed. “I’ll keep my promise. Wait for my news”
With that, the old man’s tension seemed to ease
He had feared that once they left, they would abandon him, but now he could relax.
After a few m
more words, the group quickly left. The photographer stayed outside to respect their privacy, as Odalys had requested.
Once back in the SUV, everyone settled in
“Francis, you should come with us,” Freya suddenly said, breaking the silence.
She knew if Francis went back to Group A’s SUV, he would be sidelined and left out. Sophia’s behavior was crystal clear to her.
“Alright,” Francis a
agreed without hesitation, grabbing his bag g and following them to their vehicle.
Sophia, who had been watching from a distance, couldn’t believe her eyes when Francis got in with Freya. Without even a word, he turned and left
her behind.
“How shallow,” Sophia muttered under her breath. “Now that they think they’ve found a better opportunity, they
ury just wan
want to suck up to them.”
People, after all, always wanted to get closer to those who could offer them something better.
“Get in.” Atlas said flatly, not engaging with Sophia’s comment.
He glanced at her face before turning his gaze away.
She had said she wasn’t wearing makeup last night, but it was clear she had put some on today.
Chapter 215
the Sophia he remembered.
And somehow, she looked different –something in her expression, her appearance—it wasn’t the S
It was almost as if the woman in front of him wasn’t the same one he had known before.
The change felt unsettling, but Atlas couldn’t understand why.
“Am I going mad” he wondered. These thoughts were too strange to make sense of:
Meanwhile, Finnan, who had been watching Group H., saw Stellan take the driver’s seat and was about to step forward when the SUV suddenly revved and speil away.
“Are you getting in“” Sophia asked, her tone slightly inked.
Finnian besitated, but when he saw that Atlas had already taken the driver’s seat, he hail no choice but to sit in the
passenger seat.
Sophia, left behind in the back, felt a pang of surprise. They had left her there without a second thought:
“Alright, guys, the variety show is wrapping up. We’re heading back to catch our flight now. But on the way, we’ll stream a bit of the scenery for you.” Sophia announced, smiling into the camera.
She adjusted the lens to catch her profile, her confidence radiating as she straightened her posture. She had deliberately worn a V–neck dress that slay to accentuate her curves for the camera,
After all, any publicity is good publicity, she thought, already anticipating the attention.
“Wasn’t there supposed to be a police station livestream? Finnan suddenly spoke up.
The mention of it made both Atlas and Sophia stillen. Given that Odalys was the heir to the Bennett family, they were sensitive to such topics. “Fine, let’s watch it together, Atlas said, clearly not believing that Odalys would be alkandoned by her family. He was certain she was lying and wanted to see how she would explain herself.
Feeling a little lighter now, Atlas leaned back in his seat, ready to watch the livestream unfold.
Hack in Group B’s SUV, Stellan drove, while Francis sat beside him.
Odalys, Selah, and Freya were in the back, all pulling out their phones now that the variety show had ended, and the signal had returned.
“Quickly, let’s watch the police station livestream, Selah urged.
Freya adjusted her camera and said, “Let’s all watch it together. If you have any questions, leave them in the comments and we’ll answer them. Also, our show is almost over, so thank you for sticking with us.”
She then positioned her iPad on the seat beside her, ensuring the screen was large enough for everyone to see.
Francis immediately pulled out his phone and started the livestream, while Stellan used his phone for navigation, his attention split.
At exactly 5:00 PM, the livestream from the police station began.
The camera focused on the face of a middle–aged man, his badge clearly displayed: “Officer Knox Cantrell. He greeted the viewers.
Hi everyone. Tim Knox Cantrell, the police officer you’ve been trying to find since yesterday, Due to a heavy workload and multiple cases on hand. we worked through the night to revisit the original case. I know you’ve all been eagerly waiting for this, and I didn’t want to let you down, so I reviewed the case last night and even found the surveillance footage. Let’s take a moment to recall the events together,” Knox began.
He paused, then continued, his tone steady but serious, “It was the year 1 had just graduated from the police academy and started my first jobs here. That night was my very first shaft. I heard crying, and when I went to investigate, I found a man dressed in a magic robe holding a little girl. He was reporting that the child had been abandoned outside and had nearly frozen to death. The temperature that night was around -20°C, and the child was wearing nothing laut a short sleeve shirt, nearly frozen still.”
As Knox spoke, he pulled out the old surveillance footage and opened it, pointing at the screen. “This is the little girl from that night,”
He clicked on another video and continued, “I immediately pulled up the surveillance and spotted a suspicious vehicle. I asked a colleague for help to track down the owner of the vehicle, and we made a call to contact them.”
The video played on, and the clear sound of Knox’s voice echoed from the recording, as he repeatedly confirmed whether the people in question had any connection to the child.
