Rachel turned to Jeffrey and said, "Wait here for a moment. I need to grab some medicine." With that, she hurriedly dashed out of the memorial hall.
Jeffrey lay on the sofa, thinking about what she just said.
Wait here?
It reminded him of that night when she'd also gone out to get him medicine, saying the exact same thing.
Well… he would wait for her to come back.
Rachel quickly ran to the iron gate of the estate, where a streetlight lit up the confused face of the delivery guy standing outside.
Clearly, he hadn't expected to be delivering medicine to such a fancy mansion this late at night.
"Is this your order, Miss Diaz?" the delivery guy asked.
"Yeah, that's me," Rachel replied, taking the medicine from him. She thanked him and turned back, sprinting toward the memorial hall.
The delivery guy scratched his head, glancing at the massive estate that seemed to stretch on forever, still trying to wrap his head around it.
