Chapter 898

Queenie and I exchanged glances, both of us speculating on the kind of person and incident that would make these typically indifferent individuals pause to discuss.

Zara's unresponsiveness and absence from home intensified our worries about her safety, so I decided to call her again.

This time, she picked up promptly. In the background, there was chaos—someone was sobbing, and faint sounds of an argument could be heard.

Zara sounded flustered, explaining that she was at the hospital and the injured person wasn't her. She urged me not to worry and to stay put before abruptly ending the call.

Given the circumstances, the neighborhood incident was likely connected to Zara.

In Jinovy, besides me and Queenie, Zara only knew the Moyers. Considering that Winston and Zara weren't particularly close, we surmised that the troublemaker was Chris, the big jerk.

I hastily threw my luggage into the apartment, washed my face, changed my jacket, and headed to the hospital.

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