Chapter 575

The middle-aged man ran over while on the phone. "Hailey, just focus on spending time with Harley. I'll come over once I park the car. Alright, alright. I'll be right up." The middle-aged man seemed approachable and honest when he smiled, but his every movement appeared devilish in Mayra's eyes. Gordon noticed something off about her. "Are you feeling sick?" "That's him. That's right. It's him," Mayra said. As the man approached, she grabbed Gordon's arm in terror. "I… Let's leave, okay? Gordon, I… I don't want to stay here anymore." He pursed his lips, not knowing what was going on with her. He couldn't be bothered to find out at this moment and grabbed her hand, leading her to the car. Once he had fastened her seat belt, he said, "We'll leave as soon as he moves his car." All the while, he kept his hand on her to comfort her. The middle-aged man was entirely absorbed in his own excitement and left as soon as he got into the car. Gordon stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the parking lot. It was a long drive ahead, and they were still on the highway at the bottom of the mountain. Everything was pitch-black around them, and snowflakes fell in silence. Gordon didn't stop the car until they were home. "We're home. Are you okay?" Mayra was trembling and could barely respond. Sobbing in fear, she whispered, "Can you… carry me upstairs? I don't think I can move." "Of course." Gordon got out of the car hurriedly and carried her out of the passenger seat. The mirror inside the elevator reflected Mayra's frail state. The elevator doors opened, and Gordon strode out. He opened the door and carried her to the couch without saying a word. Crouching before her, he observed her for a moment and then brushed her hair aside. "I'm going to cook and warm a glass of milk for you. Once we're done eating, let's go to bed, okay?" There were tears in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. "Did I worry you?" "How do you feel? Are you still scared?" Knowing that the man was alive left Mayra deep in fear for every moment of her life. However, she couldn't let it show in front of Gordon. She acted like she was unbothered and shook her head. "I had a dream not long ago. In my dream, a man locked me up and… bullied me in horrible ways every day. There was no sunlight or even moonlight. "I was locked in a dark place and survived day after day, completely numb. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and took my own life. But… "I didn't die and was buried in a waste processing factory by that man while I was still breathing. A long time passed in my dream, but no one cared where I was. Despite being missing for so long, no one came to search for me." Gordon held her hand in an attempt to provide her with warmth. Standing up, he held her close, and her tears dampened his shirt. She took in his unique scent, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over her. "Alright, it's just a dream." "Yeah." Gordon glanced at the snow outside, his gaze deep. "If you disappear one day, I'll go search for you. No matter where you are, I'll find a way to locate you and take you home." Mayra felt her chest tightening as she reached out to hug him tightly.