Adrian was currently being crushed in a massive bear hug by two women—one clinging to his waist, the other to his shoulder, both refusing to let go as if letting go meant losing him again.
Ever since he had told Annabelle that the plantations were under attack, and that he couldn't return immediately because the system was malfunctioning… both she and Ariana had nearly lost their minds.
And then he stopped responding.
Completely.
Not a single message.
Not from him, not from Raven.
It was only natural they panicked.
"I'm okay now. Look—no scratches, no bruises." Adrian assured them, spreading his arms to show he was perfectly fine.
Annabelle sniffled softly, "Darling… do you even understand what we went through when you stopped texting after telling me the plantations were under attack?"
Ariana added, her tone exasperated rather than teary, "That was extremely irresponsible, Adrian. You should've sent at least one message to let us know you were alive."
