Chapter: 422

After ending the video call, Bethany lay on her bed, gazing up at the ceiling.

The luxury of having free time to simply lie down at this hour felt strangely unfamiliar.

She reached for her phone to check the latest financial news but noticed an unread message.

It had likely arrived while she was talking to Nola, and she hadn't checked her phone since.

It was from Westsilver Driver. "Hello. Are you asleep yet?"

Bethany recalled the driver who had kindly provided her with things like food and supplements. If he was messaging at this Late hour, he might need a favor, and she felt compelled to respond.

She regarded him as a genuinely kind person, straightforward, with no hidden agenda, and his interactions were always respectful and pleasant.

“Not yet. Is something wrong?"

“I heard you're heading to Brokdon. Are you familiar with it? I'm thinking of visiting and wanted to ask about the highlights.”

Brokdon...

She knew it well.

"I'm from Brokdon, Would you mind if we talk over a voice call? I could give you better insights that way."

She didn't imply anything more, but after a long day, the thought of typing was too tiring.

After sending the message, Bethany wondered if she had been too forward.

It was late, and though there might be an age gap, he was still a man. If his wife saw the message, it could lead to misunderstandings.

Bethany considered adding, “If it's not convenient, no worries," but before she could type it out, the driver initiated a voice call.

She paused briefly before accepting.

Soon, his voice came through.

“Hello.”

That voice... It sounded a little familiar.

The last time they met, she had been rushing to the night market and hadn't paid close attention to his voice. Most of their communication had been through text, so hearing his mature voice now was unexpectedly striking.

"Hello, sir." Bethany chuckled. "Are you heading to Brokdon with your family?"

"Just by myself."

Traveling alone?