"Alright, I'll let you go. Poppy's waiting for you."
"She's in a vulnerable state right now. Don't keep her waiting."
Helena said with a gentle laugh before hanging up.
Soren stood frozen.
Just then, Gregory approached. Seeing the look on Soren's face, he asked hesitantly, "Mr. Fawkes, should we...?"
Soren didn't say a word.
He surveyed the mountaintop, lit up as bright as day, bustling with people who seemed completely oblivious to his presence. He finally lifted a hand.
"Let's go back."
Gregory breathed a sigh of relief.
Poppy and Helena had just been pressuring him, worried something might happen to Soren, and had insisted he find a way to get him to leave immediately.
But seeing the anguish on Mr. Fawkes's face, he'd been afraid Soren would impulsively insist on staying, regardless of the consequences.
Thankfully, he hadn't.
But then again, Gregory felt a pang of sadness.
He thought Soren should have stayed.
After all, he and Evangeline had been husband and wife.
But Gregory couldn't advise him to stay either. The Carlisles and the Lockridges had made it clear they weren't welcome, and with them in the way, staying would be pointless.
He was overcome with mixed feelings.
"I'll get the car, Mr. Fawkes," Gregory finally said after a moment's thought.
On the other side of the summit, Glenn watched Soren's retreating figure, entirely unsurprised.
"I can see he's not entirely without feelings for Evangeline," Arabella's voice came from beside him.
Glenn turned to find Arabella had appeared at his side at some point.
She'd changed out of her rescue gear and was now in a light blue tracksuit.



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