Staring at the fierce storm outside, Mitchel didnât dare to say anything else.
He obediently stayed in the room waiting for the rain to subside.
Unfortunately for him, the rain continued until it was dark.
After dinner, Marlowe noticed that Mitchel appeared noticeably anxious.
His gaze kept drifting towards the window, and his brow was furrowed tightly.
Mitchelâs anxiety was overwhelming.
He realized that if Holden and the rest were unable to reach him, they might decide to inform Catalina.
And if Rodney caught wind of the situation, Rodneyâs worry and anxiety would only escalate.
Because of these, Mitchellâs top priority right now was to establish communication with them without any further delay.
Marloweâs gaze was fixed on Mitchel the whole time, and she felt that he could run out into the rain if it didnât stop soon.
Thinking of that, Marlowe sighed and stood up.
âGrandpa should be getting ready for bed.
Donât go out, and donât let Grandpa see you.
Iâll be back soon; donât worry.
â
Mitchel didnât know what Marlowe was up to, but he nodded and watched her head downstairs with her coat.
Mitchel didnât want to make things difficult for her, so he stayed in the room and explored with curiosity.
The house wasnât huge, but it had everything one would need.
The entire room was crafted from wood, with a hidden furnace below.
It kept the cold wind out, making the room cozy and warm.
A tall wooden cabinet hung on one wall, while across from it sat a floor-to-ceiling sofa next to an armchair.
Soft carpet adorned the floor of the room, creating a cozy atmosphere.
Mitchel noticed a picture frame resting on the wooden cabinet.
Curious, he picked it up and looked at it.
The photo captured a joyful moment between a girl and her grandfather, both beaming with bright, warm smiles.
The glass-door wooden cabinet held many books and snacks.
Beside it stood a wooden wardrobe, and a pot of green plants thrived in the corner, seemingly well cared for by the girl.
Beside the bed, there was an open cabinet displaying a collection of dolls.
Positioned behind the cabinet, there sat a desk near the window.
Despite the heavy rain outside, the room felt warm and comforting.
At that moment, Mitchelâs anxiety lessened a bit.
After a while, Marlowe hurriedly swung the door open.
Mitchel glanced up and spotted Marlowe, soaked from the rain.
As she quietly gathered her clothes and entered the room, she couldnât resist grumbling, âThe rain outside is pouring.
Itâs frustrating that there wasnât any warning about this heavy rain beforehand.
â
While talking, she removed her raincoat and placed it by the door.
Observing this, Mitchel asked, âWhat did you do?â
With an eye roll, Marlowe took out her phone from her pocket and gave it to Mitchel.
âWhat else can I do? I went to charge the phone bill.
Here you are.
â
Mitchel didnât grab the phone right away.
Instead, he frowned and noticed the noticeable bloodstain on Marloweâs lower calf.
Looking at the blood on her calf, he said, âYouâre bleeding.
â
Marlowe glanced at her calf and shrugged, saying casually, âThe rainâs really pouring out there.
Couldnât see properly, and I got nicked by some wire.
Itâs fine.
Donât you want to call someone? Hurry up.
â