Chapter 456: Chapter 456

Chapter 456:

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“Sorry. I got carried away earlier,” she said, her voice softer.

“Thank you. I’ll leave the investigation of the earring to you.”

Kellan shrugged, his eyes drifting toward the world outside.

“No need for thanks. It’s a small favor.” He glanced over at her, catching her gaze.

“But before you make any moves, we need to find the man behind that black-market deal — the one who got the earring out there.”

“I understand,” Allison replied, her voice steady.

She knew heading to Fleeingland was inevitable, but the timing had to be right.

“First, I have to confirm if my mother really ended up on that island.”

His advice was solid; they’d need a flawless plan before setting foot on that land. Rushing in would be reckless — it could turn her mission into a death sentence.

There was still much work to do — networking with overseas contacts, piecing together whispers about Fleeingland, and uncovering proof of the rumored human experiments taking place there.

Every detail, every scrap of information, had to be in place before she made her move.

“If we reach a last resort, everything must be ready. No room for missteps.”

As the streetlight spilled through the windshield, Allison’s face hardened with fierce resolve.

She turned back to Kellan, her voice steady and clear. “Find that earring seller for me, and I’ll owe you one.”

A faint smile curved at the edge of his mouth. “Deal.”

The car door clicked open, and a gust of cool night air swept in, laced with the scent of damp earth and pine.

Allison swung her legs out, but before stepping onto the gravel, a steady, husky voice stopped her mid-movement.

She turned, catching sight of Kellan leaning against the car, his form bathed in moonlight. The glow turned him into a hazy, almost unreal figure, but his gaze remained sharp and piercing.

“I told you,” he murmured, each word carrying weight, “you’re not alone. And that wasn’t meant to reassure you. It means I’m going with you.”

The wind whispered through the trees, rustling leaves beneath the car’s tires as the road stretched ahead, framed by the twilight sky’s fading colors. The horizon burned with shades of purple and gold, spilling their last glow over the empty road.

Allison stared out, mesmerized by the beauty of it all. Maybe, she thought, this was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. But just like the light slipping below the hills, it would disappear in a breath.

It was fleeting, like everything between her and Kellan — a bloom without roots, a road with no destination. They were two paths that had crossed by chance, destined to wander in separate directions.

“Don’t,” she said, turning to him with a teasing smile. “This is my fight. You don’t need to be dragged into it.”

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