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qNothing went wrong in the next couple of days, but somehow, Francesca was worried about the orphanage as she had an inkling that something unpleasant was about to happen.

She would patrol the area at midnight before returning to her house to rest.

That was why she could not sleep well every night. She would look listless every time she visited William.

William was worried about her and would check on her to see if she needed assistance, but she would always say she was overwhelmed with work and not explain in detail.

When Francesca was about to go to sleep one particular night, she felt an inexplicable burden in her heart.

When she was about to call the orphanage, she received a call. “Hello there. Long time no see!”

“Chrono?” Francesca could not help but shudder upon hearing his voice. He's not dead.

“Surprise, surprise.” Chrono chuckled. “Did you think I was dead? Oh, dear. I'm sorry to disappoint you.”

“What do you want?” Francesca asked icily.

you're under so many people's protection?”

bang emerged on the

thunderstruck. She quickened her pace, walked to the window, and saw fire and billowing smoke from a

do you think? Does it sound good?” Chrono let out a mirthless laugh. “Do

roared in agitation. “Leave the

but there are too many people protecting you. There's nothing I could do.” Chrono smirked. “By the way, how far are the other two orphanages from your

“Don't you dare—”

“If you don't want that to happen, bring your passport, come

coming over now. Stop attacking the orphanage.” Francesca could not contain her frustration. “Those kids

you in half an hour, I'll send all the children to heaven to play with

Before Francesca could say anything, Chrono had hung up on

no time to think of her next move. After grabbing a few pairs of clothes and stuffing her passport and wallet into her bag, she grabbed her car keys

ran to the lab, grabbed a handful of drugs and secret weapons, and stuffed them into her bag before

who was only in a pair of casual shorts with floral patterns, dashed out and asked, “What's wrong? Something happened to the

Quick!” Francesca urged him while starting