“Oh, my God.”
“It’s really you!”
“In the flesh!”
“Oh Lacy… we were so sure you’d died.”
If nothing at all, her parents still expressing this level of emotion after going out of their way to come off just like every other parent in the higher societies—detached from their children— should have confirmed Lacy’s theory that something was seriously wrong.
Two hours had already passed since the guard had opened the huge gate and ushered her and Ash in, trying hard not to gape at the pleasant surprise staring at him.
Even Ash was long gone now, softly bidding her his goodbyes after her parents had barely paid him any mind since sharing their heartfelt appreciation and trying to offer him a huge sum of money for safely returning their last child to them, to which he had proudly declined.
