It was already midnight when he returned home.
Ethan didn't go to sleep immediately.
Because the night's events were far from over.
Anya went to the kitchen to make hangover soup.
Although Ethan hadn't drunk much, on such a cold night, a bowl of hot soup was always welcome.
Especially for Vincent, who would be back after killing someone.
But even as the hangover soup cooled in the living room, Vincent had not returned.
Ethan grew restless.
He stood up and called Virel.
"Vincent hasn't come back yet, go have a look around Albertine's apartment, but be cautious."
An uneasy feeling welled up in Ethan's heart.
It shouldn't be.
He had planned everything out beforehand, and Marvin hadn't left the Prohibition Bureau tonight.
Albertine had no assistance, his power couldn't have suddenly grown to the extent Vincent couldn't handle him overnight.
Where did the problem arise?
The shadow?
Or was he overthinking?
