Seamus said, "I promise you that once we're on the boat and out of here, I'll find someone to inquire about Morpheus' whereabouts in Flinge. Rest assured. He will be fine."
Persephone wanted to cry but clenched her hand tightly, refusing to make a sound.
"Miss, think positively." Seamus looked at her. "Injuries among fighters are common, and Morpheus is accustomed to this lifestyle. Besides, he's the cash cow of this arena. How could the boss just let him die?
"Don't be afraid." His voice gradually lowered, tinged with a hint of sneering. "I assure you. He isn't as fragile as you imagine!"
-
By nightfall, Persephone was still in a daze.
She didn't have a phone, so she discreetly used Seamus' phone to call Wynn. No matter how many times she dialed, however, there was no answer.
Her heart hung in suspense again.
Suddenly, a message came through. She unintentionally opened it. The sender's name was saved with a dash, and there was minimal conversation. The recent message had only four words: [He did not die.]
Persephone felt shocked, her heart pounding.
'He didn't die? Is this "he" referring to Morpheus?
'But who is this person, and why did they message Seamus, telling him Morpheus didn't die?' she wondered.
Her mind was in disarray. She wanted to click on the person's profile to see more details, but Seamus happened to enter the room. Her hand trembled as she turned off the phone and tossed it aside.
"Miss, what's wrong?" Seamus noticed Persephone's pale face.
Persephone shook her head faintly.
"I've packed everything. Let's go."
Persephone softly agreed, following Seamus.
-
Nothing happened on the way from home to the dock. The sea was calm tonight, a good time to set sail.
Persephone asked the bodyguards to pay, but the young girl refused the money, just pushing the flower into her hand and disappearing without a trace.
The two bodyguards exchanged looks.
Persephone remained puzzled for a moment as she held the rose in her hand. Suddenly, she noticed something in the wrapping paper...
Her heart thumped.
There was a folded piece of paper hidden in the wrapping paper. Otherwise, it wouldn't have felt so obvious. She gestured for the bodyguards to step back and secretly unfolded it only to see a line of text.
[Don't board the ship. It's dangerous. Morpheus is fine.]
Persephone's mind buzzed, her heart almost leaping out of her mouth.
She instinctively looked around, but everything seemed normal—no one was following her.
She didn't know who had given her this note. The words were printed, so it seemed the person didn't want her to recognize their handwriting.
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