Suddenly, she heard the sound of a car engine again!
Startled, she quickly put on her coat and went out with an umbrella.
She thought it was Spencer Childe's people returning.
But instead——
A black Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, and Sylvan Cheney, wearing a black trench coat, jumped out with an umbrella.
The man in the dark was tall and stern-looking, but his face was unusually pale, haggard, even flustered. His fingers holding the umbrella were white, with deep shadows under his eyes.
The sound of Sylvan Cheney's leather shoes fell on the ground as he strode toward Tomer.
Soon after, Charles Mcintosh also got out from the passenger seat.
Tomer felt a tug in his heart, and he shivered.
She already knew Sylvan Cheney's intention.
"Mr. Cheney…" Tomer wasn't sure if he was cold or scared, and trembled as he spoke, "Why come back to the cemetery so late?"
"Did anyone come here?" Sylvan Cheney's deep eyes stared intently at Tomer.
