She sent yet another message to him, saying, “I was wrong about this matter. Even if you're angry, you can talk to me. There's no need to keep ignoring me!"

But still, there was no response.

So Lilah sent yet another one, "Alright, if you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. I'll just wait for you to reach out to me whenever you're ready. I won't disturb you anymore!"

Feeling irritated, she threw down her phone after sending the message.

She thought about going back, but she didn't want to leave Jerrold in the apartment all alone, so she ended up sleeping on the living room sofa.

It was late night on a suburban road. Gerard had just dealt with several people who had been following his car.

Since he was the richest man in Eleywood, many people wanted to take his life, but so far, he had managed to handle almost all of them.

"These folks tried something silly this time. They actually thought they could push you off a cliff in a car. Don't they know you were once a racing champ?" Calvin, eyeing the wounds on Gerard's arm from the recent scuffle, suggested, "Mr. Harris, let's get you to the hospital."

But Gerard found his phone, previously turned off, and started charging it in the car. He soon noticed all the missed calls and texts.

Feeling a bit taken aback, Gerard insisted, "No need, just drive me to Starlight Mansion."

"Your injuries look bad; it's better to have them bandaged to prevent infection," urged Calvin.

“To Starlight Mansion, please," Gerard reiterated, more firmly this time.

Calvin, realizing further argument was pointless, quickly drove toward Starlight Mansion.

Once he reached the door of his apartment, Gerard decided to change before meeting Lilah. Surprisingly, as he opened the door, there she was, asleep on the sofa.

He couldn't tell how long she'd been there.

Treading softly, Gerard passed by the sofa, but Lilah, sensing the scent of blood, woke up from her light sleep.

Their gazes locked.

Noticing the blood on his clothes, Lilah, filled with concern and fear, grabbed his hand to check his arm. “What in the world happened to you?" she asked.

"Just a scratch," Gerard replied, brushing it off.

"You call this just a scratch?"

With a stern look, Lilah guided him to the bathroom to clean his arm.

Her gaze, filled with worry, never left his wounds.

Gerard, with a faint smile and a calm voice, asked, "Why haven't you left?"

"I was scared you'd run into trouble," Lilah replied, frowning. "I didn't think you'd actually get hurt. Tell me, what happened?"