Later that afternoon, we came back to our villa. It was never the same again. I can't look at him the same way again. For that short period of time that we are at the sea. It's like a huge twitch of fate happened.
As I lounge around on the bed, I check my phone. I quickly read through Lulu's chat log. Everything focuses solely on the latest developments in her "quest" to locate my father.
Lulu:
To be honest, I'm still not convinced. However, my own research suggests that your father was last spotted at a port heading east.
I frowned thoughtfully. Port?
Lulu:
And that's just not it. It seems like he's hopping from one place to another as if he's running from something.
Then he must be having a blast, right? Given his financial situation, his behavior is understandable
