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I noticed the dark circles under Yara’s eyes - She must be having trouble sleeping these days. Now that she was asking for my help, I had to say something. And it’d sound cruel if I turned her down.

I thought about it for a while and said, “About that, I will have to speak to Dennis before I can get back to you.”

“You don’t have to bother him with it!” Yara anxiously added, “I will speak with him about this. He’s got enough on his plate now and I fear he might not have the time to handle this. Nanny Daisy could come along with you to the Gibson’s villa, which Dennis will be okay with.”

I nodded. What she had said sounded reasonable hearing it the first time. But it just didn’t make sense at all after I had given it some more thought.

Seeing me nod, Yara smiled, “Clara, go upstairs and pack what you need. We are heading back to Gibson’s villa soon. The snow isn’t heavy today and the roads in City P have been cleared. If we prolong it, I’m afraid the snow will get worse and roads will be blocked.”

I was stunned, “Are we leaving today?”

Yara nodded, “We are. You don’t have any plans today, right? - Today will be a good time. I will call Dennis later and let him know. You don’t have to pack a lot but just bring along whatever is necessary. I will ask our housekeeper to arrange clothes and shoes that fit your styles for you.”

I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it, Ms. Yara. I will pack for a few days’ stay and just come back to get whatever I need when I need them. Our homes are not that far away from each other anyway.”

Yara smiled. She looked at Nanny Daisy and continued speaking, “Daisy, you may go pack some of your stuff too and come with us. Help Clara pack and see if she needs anything, please.”

Nanny Daisy looked at me in surprise and said, “The two villas aren’t far away. It’s convenient to visit each other whenever it’s necessary. Do we have to sleepover?”

Yara added immediately, “Sleeping over saves you the trouble and time traveling back and forth. Just bring whatever you need with you.”

Hearing Yara says so, Nanny Daisy had no better way to turn her down. So Daisy went ahead upstairs and started packing.

I assumed it was just a random idea Yara had thought of. But I was shocked when we walked to the doorway and saw the two drivers in two cars that she had brought along with her.

“It’s been super snowy on the way. This way, if unluckily anything ever happened, we could still look out for one another.” She explained after seeing my shocked look.

Never mind! I didn’t ask any questions. It was too late to turn her down anyway.

The Gibson’s!

The scenic Gibson’s villa looked even more beautiful in such heavy snow.

There were a lot of plum blossoms in the yard of Gibson’s villa. The white snowflakes fell on the newly blooming pink blossoms - This looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Snowdrifts covered the cobblestones. A pattern of shallow footprints was made, leading us to the Gibson’s gate.

Entering the hall of the villa, we saw where Yank Gibson’s memorial service was set up. The original splendid and elegant villa was now with a sense of awe and loneliness added to itself.

The servants were busy cleaning up the yard after a heavy snowfall. Yara asked the maids to take me up to the second floor and arranged a room for me.

I stood on the balcony of the hall on the second floor and looked at the snowing scene downstairs - This time of the year, the Chinese New Year was coming.

This year went by so fast.

“She asked you to come here?” A cold voice came from behind.

Looking back, it was Hank Gibson. It had been many days since the last time we parted. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight. The shadows on his face were thicker, and his black eyes looked icy cold.

I subconsciously tightened my jacket, looked at him, and said, “How are you doing lately?”

He glanced at me calmly, walked to the black couch in the hall, and sat down. He said with ease, “Nothing much, how about you? Yara brought you to our villa, does Dennis know?”

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