"Carey!"
On the way to Robert's Mansion, Carl called out to his good friend, "Weren't you resting at home?"
His fiancée hadn't been found, and there was a ninety percent chance she had already been killed. Consequently, Dana had specially granted him a few days off. Being able to take leave at such a time was a testament to how well their superiors treated their subordinates.
"Rest?" Carey turned around, his face etched with exhaustion, his eyes bloodshot. He looked as if he'd aged ten years in a short time. He shook his head slightly. "Every time I close my eyes, I see Maggi. Maybe I can find a clue about her at Robert's Mansion. At worst... I can avenge her!"
He had already given up hope of rescuing his fiancée, his voice filled with hatred for Robert. He might not care about raiding others' properties, but Carey absolutely had to be there when it came to the true culprit behind the disappearance.
"Ah!" Carl sighed and offered, "My condolences."
