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Chapter 659 Looking for Toby

Sonia rose from the couch and hurried into her bedroom while speaking into her phone, “Don’t worry, Grandma, I know what to do. I’d have rushed over now, even if you didn’t call me.”

“That’s great. Well, then, you should get going, Sonia. Remember to keep this old woman updated as soon as something happens,” Rose said.

Sonia nodded. “Fret not, Grandma. I promise I’ll call you.”

“Alright. In that case, I’ll leave Toby to you, and maybe you could talk to him for me, see if you can’t bring him out of grieving over his mother’s passing.”

“I’ll do my best,” Sonia promised solemnly.

Rose hung up the phone in relief, and Mary came over with a cup of tea. Upon seeing the distressed expression on the older woman’s face, Mary put on a comforting smile. “Now, do stop worrying, Old Mrs. Fuller. I’m sure that the Young Mistress will handle this without a hitch; she’d be the cure to Young Master Toby’s heartache, if not the beacon of light that guides him out of his grief.”

“Well, here’s to hoping,” Rose said wistfully as she took a sip of tea. With a sigh, she added, “It’s not so much that I don’t believe in Sonia’s capabilities that I am worried about Toby’s deep-seated trauma following his mother’s suicide. It’s not just something that he could be coaxed out of within a day.”

“But I firmly believe that if Young Master Toby were to open himself to the Young Mistress’ gentle counseling, his condition would improve greatly,” Mary prompted as she came up behind Rose and started to rub the latter’s shoulders.

Rose nodded tiredly. “I suppose you’re right. I just hope Sonia could get to Toby quickly enough to bring to fruition the results we hope for, otherwise…”

“Don’t trouble yourself, Old Mrs. Fuller. You have to have faith in the Young Mistress. I’m sure she’ll get to Young Master Toby just in time,” Mary interrupted the old woman’s worried chain of thought. “We all know how much he loves the Young Mistress, and by virtue of that alone, he will allow her to approach him.”

“Hopefully,” Rose muttered as she lowered her gaze, then blew on the tea in the cup before her.

Meanwhile, over at Bayside Residence, Sonia had put on a change of clothes and was grabbing an umbrella, ready to leave to find Toby.

weather’s freezing,” she mumbled to herself, her face turning white in

warmth of her apartment, she knew she didn’t have a choice. She blew warm hair into her hands, then lifted her

came out again a minute later with a paper bag in hand. It was only then that she

that he wouldn’t switch off his phone today, which meant she should be able to get through to him. Alas, an automated voice greeted her, informing her that the number she

she was angry that he had gone back on his word and frustrated that she had no idea of what was happening to him right now, given he

the call went through, and he

usually would. Instead, she went straight to the point, given that it was a matter of urgency. She was already worried about Toby, and her mind was far too

question, Tom nodded frantically. “That’s right. President Fuller has been at Skylark Tower since yesterday, and he never left. I’m waiting right below the tower, and I’ve already knocked several times, but he refused to open the door. I even tried calling Old Mrs. Fuller just now, but for some reason, I couldn’t

why Rose had said she couldn’t get through Tom’s phone; it was likely that both their lines had

at Skylark Tower and not somewhere remote that

heard that Sonia would be coming over. He and the rest of his team

you have the keys to his apartment?”

ever stays in Skylark Tower, so I don’t have the keys to his apartment

hum. “In that case, I’m going to

locksmith?” he repeated in

of us has the key, and Toby refuses to open the

“But—”

and I promise I’ll take responsibility if he gets mad at us breaking in,” Sonia promised with a hand to

heard this, all his hesitation dissipated, and he nodded in agreement. “Roger that. I’ll make the arrangements right

Sonia was right. Even if Toby were to get angry over the matter of breaking into his apartment, his safety overrode that concern. Moreover, Miss Reed promised that she would take responsibility if he were to throw a tantrum, and it’s highly unlikely that he’ll lash out at her. There’s nothing for me to worry about. As he hung up the phone, he felt reassured, and he wasted no

other hand, entered the elevator, and

the entrance of the building with a locksmith next to him, and at the sight of Sonia’s approaching figure, he put up

hurried over to join them at the entrance, whereupon Tom gestured toward the door courteously. “Please follow me, Miss Reed. I’ll