Chapter 2133
When Love Comes Late
The two exchanged smiles, sharing a silent understanding built over the years.
No words were necessary.
At that moment, they were each otherâs strongest supporters.
While they were packing, Stella received a text from Fernando.
âWeâve confirmed that the man from Zeklecand who died wasnât Mr.
Clark, and heâs not listed among the casualties.
â
Upon reading this, Stella breathed a sigh of relief.
She then began to pack her belongings with greater urgency.
The following morning, Stella and Miley touched down in Sothrea, the tension in the air palpable even before they stepped off the plane.
The grim reality hit them hard the moment they arrived at the scene; the situation turned out to be far more severe than the reports had suggested.
The city was reeling from a brutal terrorist attack, with the death toll climbing by the hour and countless missing people still unaccounted for.
Miley had informed Neville of their plans to come.
Despite his protests, Stella and Miley were as determined as they were stubborn, and Neville knew better than to argue.
Reluctantly, he arranged for a hotel and set out to meet them at the airport.
As they drove to the hotel, the eerie emptiness of the streets sent a chill down Stellaâs spine.
The once-bustling avenues were now deserted, the usual hum of city life replaced by a tense, oppressive silence.
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The peopleâs fear was palpable, hanging thick in the air like a fog.
In the quiet of the hotel room, Stellaâs anxiety gnawed at her insides.
Finally, she couldnât wait any longer and cut straight to the chase.
âHowâs the investigation going?â she asked, her voice tight with worry.
âIs there any news about Matthew?â
Neville, normally so composed, looked deeply troubled.
His brow furrowed as he answered, âNot yet.
The list of casualties has been released, but Matthew and Lindsay arenât on it.
We still donât know whoâs missing, though.
â
Despite the uncertainty, a small wave of relief washed over Stella.
In this nightmare, no news might just be good news.
But her mind wouldnât rest.
âWhat about motive? Who are these people targeting exactly?â
Nevilleâs expression darkened further.
He shook his head slowly.
âWe donât know.
We donât even know what they want-whether itâs someone specific theyâre after, or if itâs just about money.
â
Stella and Miley exchanged troubled glances.
The situation was even more complex and terrifying than they had imagined.
A heavy sense of helplessness settled over Stella like a leaden blanket.
She sank into the sofa, her heart heavy with dread.
The future looked so grim that she felt as if she were teetering on the edge of an abyss.