“Oh,” the owner finally snapped back to reality. “You’re looking for Kendra. She took the afternoon off.”

“Took off?” Abel furrowed his brow. “Is everything okay with her?”

Emmeline, standing behind him, grew tense. Kendra and Quincy, could something be wrong?

“Her daughter had a high fever,” the owner said. “She went to the hospital for an IV drip.”

“Do you know which hospital?” Abel asked.

“The private one across the street,” the owner pointed a finger.

Abel turned around and walked towards the door, with Emmeline hurrying to keep up with him.

Kendra and Quincy were alone and vulnerable, and Emmeline couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to them. She hurried across the street to the small private hospital and found the pediatric observation room.

Sure enough, she saw Kendra holding Quincy in her arms, with an IV drip in her head as she slept soundly.

Then, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in Kendra’s line of sight.

Without guessing, she knew who it was.

Kendra suddenly looked up.

Abel?” Kendra tried to sit up and hold Quincy, but the IV

her back gently. “Be

you find us here?” Kendra

from the owner at the ravioli shop,” Abel said. “I told you to call me if you have any difficulties, why

her eyes, tears welling up in them. “Quin just has a

of bitterness. “Although you used to work for me,

Mr. Abel and Ms. Emmeline,” Kendra said despondently, “but now that Ms. Emmeline is gone,

his brow. “Are

well, she’s not Ms. Emmeline,” Kendra said. “I don’t want anyone to misunderstand, so it’s better for me

there’s nothing between me and

here, the Precipice was still my home, but with other women coming in now that she’s gone, it’s not my home anymore. I’m not

said. “Can you come back

Evelyn? She wants

feeling in her and tears

going to stay with me for

her gaze to “Emmett”. When she saw him, she was first stunned,

Emmeline nodded hastily,

Kendra said. “If you shave that beard off, you’d look like

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