Before she could finish the last part of her sentence, Henry made his way towards the flowering shrubs on the other side. Her grin widened. “Hey, old fogey! You’re old enough to know what that is, right? You’re just playing dumb! Come one, Rice Ball. Let’s go get something to eat...”
Tiffany drove along the road like a hurricane. Arianne was extremely worried that she wouldn't be able to stop in time for a tailgater. “Can you go a little slower? You’re scaring me to death!”
Tiffany took no notice of her. “That convalescent home is pretty secluded, and there are no cameras along this road. What are you afraid of? This is a sports car, what’s the use if we don’t drive it fast? Don’t worry. My driving skills are passable.”
Arianne was feeling uncertain. If the person that they had found really was Mr. Sloane, they might not necessarily be able to get any information out of him. Even if he did provide that information, could they even be sure if he’d comply and provide them with evidence? Words alone were of no use.
This convalescent home was located on a hillside in the suburbs. The air was fresh. Furthermore, since it was a high class convalescent home, it was suitable for long-term stay for seriously ill patients. Of course, the fees did not come cheap either. She knew that despite her father’s impressive salary during his job as the Tremonts’ personal chief pilot, he would never have been able to afford staying in this convalescent home.
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