When Love Comes Late

Upon receiving the call, Stella was instantly gripped by a wave of panic.

Terminating the call, she pulled back her hand and addressed the driver, her tone tinged with urgency.

“Could you please take me to the train station immediately?”

The taxi pulled away from the cafe.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

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Dropping her gaze, Stella launched her ticket-booking app and found that only a single train to Bysea remained.

With determined swiftness, she bought the ticket, her quivering fingers tapping the screen, fueled by a mix of fear and anxiety.

Ticket secured, she pressed the driver anew.

“Please, speed up.

”

Haunted by the thought of Clint’s precarious state in the hospital, Stella was awash in a sea of worry.

So consumed was she with concern for her grandfather that she momentarily forgot her scheduled meeting with Maverick.

Racing against time, Stella eventually boarded the last train.

Her thoughts were in disarray, and night had already enveloped the sky.

Given that it was a late-hour service, few passengers were present, casting an eerie quiet over the compartment.

Eyes reddening, Stella recalled that, in the mayhem of her emotional whirlwind and packed agenda, she had neglected to keep in touch with Clint for an uncomfortably long period.

Their most recent conversation seemed ages away, Clint’s voice having been full of life.

How could his health have deteriorated so drastically?

The more Stella pondered, the more she couldn’t help but blame herself.

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Aware that Clint had been far from well, she realized she should have extended greater care and attention his way.

The hour-long train ride stretched on interminably as Stella sat fraught with tension.

At last, she reached Bysea.

She hastily alighted from the train and flagged down a taxi, directing it to the hospital.

As she was about to ring the butler for an update on Clint’s situation, her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

It was Maverick.

Before she had time to think, instinct kicked in and she hit the answer button.

Maverick’s voice emanated from the phone.

“Why haven’t you shown up?

You’re more than two hours late.

Has something happened?”