If it were that easy, Sophia wouldn’t have needed to stay hidden in the shadows for so long, leaving them in such a passive position.
Vincent, noticing her need, handed Katelyn a bottle of water from a nearby storage. She thanked him and took a refreshing sip, easing the dryness she had not noticed amid the stress.
Vincent then directed his attention to Jaxen.
“We’re done here. Take Alfy back.”
Jaxen, caught off guard by the sudden order, paused.
“Leave now?”
Jaxen instinctively looked towards Katelyn, asking, “What about Katelyn?”
Vincent responded with a meaningful glance, not needing words to convey his message. That silent exchange was clear enough.
Jaxen got the hint, flicking his red bangs aside with a knowing smile.
“Alright then, Alfy and I will leave you to it.” As he spoke, he began to pack up his equipment.
“Come on, little girl, let’s head out. I’ll drop you off.”
Alfy playfully tapped Jaxen’s head through the gap in the seats, her lips pursed in mock annoyance.
“Hey, who are you calling ‘little girl’?”
Jaxen laughed off her response.
Alfy then turned her attention to Katelyn.
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“I’ll be heading back first. Take care.”
She was aware of Katelyn’s demanding schedule. Upon her decision to visit Granville, Alfy had resolved not to interfere with Katelyn’s commitments.
Katelyn smiled warmly, affectionately pinching Alfy’s nose.
“Take care as well. And remember, if you need anything, just tell him.”
Jaxen had indeed been looking after Alfy diligently, which comforted Katelyn greatly.
Alfy nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Then, they both exited the vehicle. As she left, Alfy called out, “Bye!” Katelyn returned the gesture and closed the car door.
Vincent, breaking the silence, asked, “Is there something else on your mind?”
Katelyn was slightly startled. He had perceived it already. His sharp sense of observation was evident. She had barely hesitated at the door, yet he had felt something was wrong. Deciding against secrecy, Katelyn said, “I’m planning to visit my mentor.”
Vincent paused, instantly understanding whom she referred to.
It was Seymour Gildon.
He simply nodded.
“Alright.”
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