Chapter 100

Bernard ignored Vivian Donovan, finding her words riddled with inconsistencies. Especially since Vivian Donovan's kidnapping was directly related to the Whitehead family. At the time, Bernard wasn't interested in the matter and didn't want to delve into it, but now… He really wanted to know. After a while, Vivian Donovan got bored sitting there and went back to the village chief's house to rest on the bed. Meya Huxley was already asleep, perhaps in a very good mood, even in her sleep she had a smile on her lips, looking very happy. Lying in bed, Vivian Donovan didn't know how long it took before she fell asleep. She woke up the next day to Meya Huxley's noise. "What did you do with Bernard last night? I waited for you at home for so long, and you didn't come back." Meya Huxley sat on the bed, cross-legged, her hands supporting her chin, staring at Vivian Donovan with the curiosity of a child, wanting an answer from her. "I went to look at the moon." She mumbled with her eyes