Once everything was arranged, she turned to Alfy and said, “Eat first. I have something to take care of. I’ll be back soon.”
Alfy wanted to talk about Jaxen, but before she could speak, Katelyn had already left.
Nearby, Vincent silently observed Katelyn before walking alongside her toward the back garden without a word.
Alfy figured Katelyn had important matters to handle. Despite her worry for Jaxen, she held back from chasing after Katelyn.
Sitting on the sofa, Alfy stared at the untouched food. She had no appetite—her mind was still tangled in how to stop Katelyn from harming Jaxen.
Just then, the front door swung open. A familiar voice called out with a cheeky grin, “Alfy, you’re here too?”
It was none other than Jaxen, fresh from his rendezvous with another woman.
The sight of him sent a surge of anger through Alfy. She shot him a glare and snapped, “Stay away! I can’t stand the sight of you right now! You are filthy!”
Jaxen, who had been about to step forward, stopped in his tracks. He glanced down at himself, confused. “I’m not filthy. I just took a shower.”
Alfy scoffed inwardly. Shower or not, he was still filthy in her eyes—tainted by his betrayal. The very thought of him disgusted her.
As he moved closer, she instinctively stepped back. “Don’t come near.”
Jaxen frowned, finally sensing something was off. “What’s wrong? You’re acting strange today.”
A wave of nausea rose in Alfy’s stomach. She quickly grabbed a glass of water, taking a sip to steady herself. Then she glared at Jaxen with unwavering resentment. “I don’t want to see you right now! Hmph!” Scumbag! She had once believed Jaxen was different. But in the end, he was just like the rest—ruled by his hormones.
She turned and ran upstairs without another word. Thankfully, Katelyn had already arranged a room for her. She slammed the door the second she went in.
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Jaxen stood alone in the living room, utterly baffled. He muttered to himself, “What the hell is happening?”
He replayed the situation over and over in his mind but couldn’t make sense of it.
Meanwhile, Katelyn and Vincent had reached the back garden. Katelyn turned to Vincent. “Vincent, is Sophia still safe?”
For some reason, the moment Alfy’s uncle spoke with his subordinate, Katelyn’s first thought had been to check on Sophia. So, before doing anything else, they made sure to confirm Sophia’s condition. Only then could Katelyn truly relax.
Vincent nodded. “Don’t worry. Let’s go see for ourselves. The latest update says all is well.”
Katelyn said nothing more. The two headed toward the location where Sophia had been imprisoned.
Within fifteen minutes, they arrived at a small luxurious estate behind the villa. The place had everything—a grand space equipped with all necessary facilities.
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