Escape

Author's POV

It was seven o'clock in the evening. Dorothy waited anxiously for Xevia's arrival. She had promised to be home soon, but two hours later she had not shown up.

Xander, who was suffering from loss of consciousness and could only remember certain things, could in fact remember Xevia well. He ordered Clayton to call and ask Xevia to come home.

However, the old man didn't have the heart to leave his dearly young master in the hospital alone. So it was Dorothy who went home and waited for the woman's arrival.

Dorothy was almost asleep when the front doorbell rang. She had deliberately locked the door because she was afraid of another break-in. Just like what happened some time ago.

The lanky old woman limped up from the sofa and rushed to check who had rung the doorbell.

"You're finally home..." Dorothy murmured in relief, and quickly opened the door for Alice.

The womanl looked a little pale. Her eyes looked haggard.

"Oh my God, honey. You're finally home too, are you si