Maximus left the Sinclair Estate without wasting another second.
The servants waiting outside immediately stepped forward and respectfully offered him a carriage along with an armed escort, but he rejected every single offer without even slowing his pace.
He barely acknowledged their words before continuing toward the estate gates with hurried footsteps, as though remaining inside the mansion for even another moment would suffocate him.
Outwardly, his expression appeared tense.
However, that visible desperation was not even a fraction of what he was truly experiencing inside his heart.
His breathing had become increasingly uneven ever since he stepped out of the mansion, and despite his efforts to maintain his composure, he was desperate for the glimmer of hope that had been promised to him a few hours ago.
Without realizing it himself, his pace gradually transformed into a full sprint.
