《 Chapter XIII: "Shattered Hearts" (Part2) 》

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The following day, Zach arrived early at the Collymore mansion, only to find the gate securely chained and locked, yet Clair's car was unmistakably parked in front of the huge house. After several unsuccessful attempts to ring the bell, he grew increasingly anxious, searching frantically for an alternative entrance. As he surveyed the towering height of the surrounding wall, scaling it seemed impossible. However, a stroke of luck caught his eye as he spotted a nearby tree to his left, positioned just a stone's throw from the wall. Realizing he could gain access to the mansion grounds from there, he wasted no time. He climbed up the tree and navigate through its branches.

Upon reaching the top of the wall, he leaped without hesitation, only to land clumsily on the ground, injuring his right knee in the process. Despite the pain shooting through his leg, he gritted his teeth and limped towards the house. Arriving at the entrance door, he knocked eagerly, but received no response. Frustration mounting, he approached a nearby window and peered inside, finding no signs of movement. Doubt crept in as he began to fear that nobody was home. Just as despair threatened to consume him, a faint sound reached his ears from somewhere within the house, reigniting a flicker of hope within him. He hurried back to the door and knocked again, this time with more force, repeatedly slamming the knocker as loudly as he could.

"Damn it... Clair!" he yelled in frustration, feeling a surge of both anger and urgency coursing through him.

Amidst his distress, he spotted an open window to his right, though it was a bit out of reach. Recognizing it as his only option, he dragged a nearby metal table into position beneath it. With desperation, he climbed onto the table and pulled himself over the window ledge. Thankfully, a couch awaited him on the other side, providing a soft-landing spot. But as he leaped, his left foot caught on something, causing him to stumble mid-air. Losing control of his fall, he collided with a small round table beside the couch, sending the huge vase atop it crashing to the floor, the sound reverberating throughout the entire house. Per and Ark heard the disturbance.

"I told you I heard something. I'll go check it out. You stay here," Per said, urgency in her tone. She swiftly made her way towards the source of the noise, mentally preparing herself for the possibility of an intruder. Grabbing a sword from the display cabinet, she moved silently through the hallway, ready for whatever awaited her.

Sure enough, there was someone inside. Per could hear a faint moaning coming from behind the wall where she was hiding. Then, she heard approaching footsteps, indicating that the intruder was heading towards the hallway entrance where she stood. Gripping the sword tightly, she braced herself and charged forward. However, before she could react, she froze upon realizing that the figure before her was not an enemy but someone unexpected.

"Zach? What... what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice tinged with shock and confusion.

Observing Zach's obvious discomfort as he favored his injured leg, Per quickly pieced together what had occurred upon seeing the broken vase behind him and the open window.

"Did you just jump through that window to get in?" she inquired, her concern evident in her voice.

"I'm really sorry," Zach apologized earnestly. "I tried knocking, but there was no response at the door. I promise I'll cover the cost of the vase. I just need to see Clair right now. Something happened last night, and I really need to talk to her," he explained, his voice laden with eagerness and a sense of urgency.

"Zach... I'm sorry, but you can't see her," she said, her tone wavering with tension.

"Why? Is she not here? Did she go somewhere?" Zach's disappointment was palpable in his voice. He observed the anxiety etched on her face. "Please, Per, tell me what's going on with her. She's not answering my calls," he implored, his concern evident in his tone.

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