The line went dead after I hung up. Jian snorted beside me, her arms crossed as she leaned against the table. “You’re way too tense, Zelda. Let’s grab breakfast and stop overthinking.”
I tugged her out of the room and down the street until we stumbled upon a quaint little restaurant. The smell of freshly steamed buns wafted through the air, luring us inside.
Midway through breakfast, my phone buzzed, and I saw Xavier Ferguson’s name flashing on the screen. I answered quickly.
"Sister-in-law," he began in his usual calm tone, "the police wrapped up their investigation. They've classified it as attempted s****l assault. You acted in self-defence; you're in the clear. As for Duan, he regained consciousness last night and will be transferred to the detention centre in two days. He w
