Leonard Kale fell silent on the other end of the line for a moment.
"Do you need your uncle to transfer you some more money?" he asked gently after a pause.
Suzy's nose stung again, her voice turning hoarse. "No… there's no need."
Leonard sensed that something about Suzy's state today felt off. He decisively changed the subject. "If you're not in a great mood, how about coming to City C to relax for a bit?"
Suzy suddenly remembered—Leonard's birthday was in just a couple of days. His birthday was actually very close to Wendy's.
In her dream, Suzy had ultimately chosen to stay in City A to celebrate Wendy's birthday. But the very next day, she received news that Leonard had died in a car accident…
The memory hit her like a bolt of lightning. Suzy's face went deathly pale.
No. She had to stop this from happening, too.
"Okay. I'll book a flight and come over tomorrow," Suzy replied without hesitation.
"You don't need to book it," Leonard said with a laugh. "I'll arrange the flight for you. Perfect timing, actually—I can introduce you to your aunt. She just got back from overseas."
Suzy paused, then smiled. "Alright."
She'd heard her mother, Elisabeth Ashford, mention before that her uncle had once had his own white moonlight—someone he'd loved quietly for years while she was living abroad.
It seemed he'd finally gotten his happy ending after all.
Suzy hadn't met this aunt yet, but she was really curious to find out who she was.
After chatting a little longer, Suzy hung up the call.
Perfect. Since she couldn't find suppliers in City A anyway, she'd go stockpile supplies in City C instead. She refused to believe that City C's suppliers had been bought out as well.
Suzy pulled up her phone and continued organizing her plans.
A flight notification suddenly popped up—along with a message from Leonard. He'd already bought her a ticket for tomorrow afternoon.
The timing was generous. At this point, the safe house and vehicles were taken care of.
Next on Suzy's list was stockpiling supplies.
She planned to handle the bulk of it in City C. She could rent a warehouse and have suppliers deliver directly—far easier than buying things one by one herself.
As for now, she could focus on stocking up on foods she personally liked.
Suzy drove straight to a well-known local restaurant and, under the excuse of hosting friends, ordered twenty full tables of dishes to be packed to go.
The food would take at least an hour to prepare.
After paying the deposit, Suzy remembered there was a bun shop nearby with great reviews.
She decided to buy some of those as well to store in her space.
She'd barely taken a few steps out of the restaurant when she felt her foot scraped over something.
She looked down––an ID card was lying on the ground, gleaming under the light.
She picked it up—and froze. She knew this person.
Richard Stone.
The photo on the ID clearly matched his face.
Richard Stone was nearby?!
Suzy quickly scanned her surroundings. Sure enough, she spotted a familiar figure in the distance.
It was definitely Richard.
She was just about to call out when he got into his car and drove off. Suzy hesitated for two seconds, but then got into her own car and followed.
Traffic was annoyingly heavy. Several times she almost caught up, only to be stopped by red lights.
By the time she realized it, she'd already entered the outskirts of the city.
Suzy narrowed her eyes. She'd grown up in City A and knew it well—especially this area. If she remembered correctly, there were many warehouses in this direction.
A thought slowly took shape.
Suzy gradually slowed down.
As Richard's black SUV turned into a side road ahead, Suzy pulled over at an empty spot, got out, and continued on foot.
By coincidence, years ago, when her mother had wanted to rent a warehouse, she'd brought Suzy here.
There were a few stray kittens around the area—adorably memorable—so the place had left a strong impression on her.
The warehouses were secluded––no pedestrians, no cars.
After walking another five minutes, Suzy spotted a familiar black off-road vehicle ahead. She slowed her steps, hid behind a tree, and carefully observed the warehouse in the distance.
A large truck was parked at the entrance. Crates upon crates of goods were being unloaded and carried inside.
Richard stood nearby, watching the entire operation.
In Suzy's mind, everything suddenly connected.
The sudden renovation of his apartment. Suppliers in City A being completely bought out. And now—these crates filling a warehouse.
Richard either knew some inside information… or he had been reborn.
Or—just like Wendy—he came from another world and possessed this body.
Realizing this, Suzy's heart began to pound violently.
She was just about to retreat when Richard seemed to sense something. The hand that had been lifting a cigarette paused.
He suddenly turned his head and looked straight in Suzy's direction.
A shadow flickered.
But when he looked again—there was nothing. No one.
Richard stared for a few seconds longer. Still nothing.
Maybe he'd imagined it.
He frowned, suppressed the unease in his chest, and took a drag of his cigarette.
At that moment, Suzy was inside her space, breathing hard.
He really was sharp.
She stayed there for a short while. When she emerged again, the unloading was still ongoing.
Thankfully, there were plenty of trees around, making it easy to hide—and no one noticed her.
Suzy was ready to leave.
Richard was walking toward the warehouse, his back to her, completely unaware that someone had been watching him.
He idly flipped a lighter in his hand.
The next second... the lighter vanished.
A faint glint flashed from his earring.
Suzy caught the entire scene.
Her heart slammed violently against her ribs.
He has a space too.