The conversation with Northridge Thompson

In recent years, Reginald's legs were unable to stand, his spirit was listless, and he had suicidal tendencies.

Arabella later developed a habit.

Whether it was day or night, as soon as he disappeared, she would worry about what reckless thing he might be contemplating and would go looking for him. She would only feel at ease once she found him.

Even after his legs healed later on, this habit remained unchanged.

Arabella pushed open the door to the adjacent guest room. The bed was empty.

She then went to the study; it was also vacant.

The bathroom, shower room, balcony, downstairs, and even the kitchen—she searched everywhere but couldn't find Reginald.

Her heart began to beat chaotically, pounding violently.

She knew he wouldn't attempt suicide now, but she still felt that innate fear.

Pushing the door open, she quickly walked to the yard.

A huge lightning bolt suddenly tore through the pitch-black night, illuminating it as if it were daylight, followed by a deafening clap of thunder