Chapter 480: Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 481

Chapter 481 A Similar Coat “Sorry, but once you find the original for these designs, please inform us.” Declan gave these photos and left with Kyran.

Kyran’s gaze turned to the direction of the bicycle. It prompted Declan to ask, “What’s wrong?”

He looked away. “Nothing.”

He felt hollow. Not having enough rest only exacerbated his unrest-he frequently looked as though he was a soulless husk wearing a pale, lifeless face.

Declan could not watch his friend any longer. “You gotta stop following me around, I think. You’ve only just recovered, and… now is the critical time to rest up.”

“I can’t,” Kyran replied candidly. Just the thought that Deirdre might have fallen off the cliff and died broke his heart. “I don’t know if she’s dead or alive! Even if she were dead… Even if she were dead, I would leave only after seeing her lifeless body right in front of me!”

The rising tides would gradually bring any flotsam to the shore, would it not? Even a dead body would end up here one day. He simply needed to wait. If all else failed, he would wait for her corpse.

Declan thought he was hopeless. “So what if you see her body? Are you so sure you won’t break down at the sight of it?”

Kyran froze. He said nothing, pulled open the car door, and got inside.

Declan sighed haplessly and drove away.

Hoyt and Madame Leigh’s quarrel lasted for quite a while. It was only after he stormed inside his room-

which gave her the space to clean up-she wheeled her bicycle into the yard and remembered something. She opened the box.

She expected anything but a woman’s coat. Judging from its fabric, she could immediately tell how superior its quality was compared to her 60-dollar whatever-which was already a luxury to her.

She could not help but think about Hoyt’s frequent trips to the market. “Is that kid… trying to win someone’s heart or something?” she asked aloud and blushed.

Madame Leigh climbed upstairs and softly talked to the village chief, “Honey? You won’t believe this.

Our son has finally moved on from that incident and decided to try his hand at love again!”

The chief’s head was still revolving around the clothes in the photos, so he did not care much about what his wife said. “Pfft, as he should be. How long has it been? What’s the point of obsessing over a girl the way he is? It’s almost pathetic.”

“Jesus, will it kill you to care about our son a little bit more?” Madame Leigh snapped, frustrated. She snatched the pictures away from him and added sourly, “What’s so important about these that you’d rather look at them than talk about our son?”

The man frowned. “Give them back. This is more important than you might think. If we find her, we’ll get at least 72,000 dollars!”

The amount only fanned Madame Leigh’s interest. She examined the photos, and they were all feminine clothes, though one of them… Something about it seemed familiar the longer she stared.

Before she could recognize it, the village head snatched the pictures away and turned away from her on his bed. “You should go to sleep. I’m going to talk with everyone tomorrow,” he said. “Tryna prepare breakfast early, okay?”

“Okay.”

With that thought still buzzing in her head, she lay down and sank into a slumber.

She got up the next morning to find Hoyt all groomed and ready to leave. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“The market.”

“Again?” Madame Leigh questioned, “Why aren’t you helping your dad sell his sea products instead?

Who are you seeing in the market?”

Hoyt wolfed down an unwarmed slice of bread. “Who would even be interested in me?” he replied between munches. “I just like looking around. It’s nothing you should care about. I’ll buy some meat to bring back home if you want.”

With that, he rode away.

Madame Leigh’s suspicion kept growing. As soon as he finished making breakfast, she hid under the shade of a tree near the village entrance and waited.

Time went by…

She had to wait for a while before the young man finally returned.

Hoyt had failed to notice his mother. He parked his bike around their house and walked away.

Madame Leigh followed him quietly as she wondered about what could drive the young man to be so…

energetic. She remembered the coat and, as her suspicion peaked, she opened the box and found it gone.