"Do you really think it was an accidental encounter?" Ellen Candi pinched the bridge of her nose, revealing a trace of fatigue. "Maybe I've been too careful. This place is almost four hours from London. How could we just coincidentally run into each other?"
Eric Candi's expression remained unchanged, carrying a sharp, silent intensity, like a blade hidden in the darkness. He said indifferently, "I'll look into it."
Ellen nodded, hesitated for a moment, and softly said, "Be cautious. If we really can't afford to provoke them... then we'll move."
Eric calmly nodded, silently walked over to the coat rack, took a black trench coat, draped it over his shoulders, and headed outside.
Ellen stood in place, watching Eric's tall figure. For a fleeting moment, she felt as if she had returned to a time long ago, back when they were just children. At that time, they also did their utmost to protect Aldana Candi, who was not suited to live within the Candi Clan.
