Chapter 852
Chapter 852, Episode 051: Anxious (8)_1
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Seven or eight hours had passed, and the battery was already fully charged.
After figuring out the location last night, she and Perry Reed had parted ways, and she found no time to contact him while explaining to others.
It was late; she wondered if he was still awake.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Flossie Wright waited for the phone to power on.
As the lock screen appeared, Flossie had just swiped to unlock it when a message popped up.
It was from Perry Reed.
[Call me back.]
Just from these three words, Flossie could picture the unhappy expression on his face as he typed them.
There was no helping it.
This guy, Calvin Ramos, hated making phone calls the most.
Smiling, Flossie exited the message interface and then tapped the call app.
Just as she found Perry Reed’s phone number, a new call came in.
It was a string of familiar numbers.
She had a sensitive memory for numbers, capable of remembering them after a single look, but the recollection would not last long.
After some thought, she decided to answer it.
"Who’s this?"
She brought the phone to her ear and asked indifferently.
After a pause, a deep and husky voice came from the other end, "Me."
At the sound of his voice, Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows.
It was Glenn Hutchinson.
Pausing for a moment, Flossie leaned against the wall and asked suspiciously, "What’s up?"
"Can’t I call if there’s nothing important?" His grip on the phone tightened, and Glenn Hutchinson’s expression turned sour.
"I’m busy."
Her response was cold and indifferent, without a trace of courtesy.
After a pause, Glenn Hutchinson’s voice softened, and he calmly said, "Bard Walker told me about what’s happening on your end."
She replied succinctly.
Narrowing her eyes, Flossie’s expression grew cold as she thought of that armband.
"Flossie Wright."
The voice calling her name was now somewhat more serious.
Hesitating, Glenn Hutchinson said softly, "You are now with the Forces."
"So?" Flossie frowned.
"When you’re working, don’t be too impulsive."
His tone was slow, even carrying a hint of resignation.
Bard Walker had told him everything about the previous night in detail.
Given Flossie’s situation at the time, he did not oppose her actions.
But now, she stood out too much, and if she acted impulsively, she would eventually lose control.
𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
This was the military, and while those above admired outstanding soldiers, there was a limit to everything.
"I can’t do that."
As she responded, her tone was slightly colder.
Flossie Wright was feeling a bit annoyed.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t stand others criticizing her; rather, she inherently disliked such advice.
Because she would definitely not listen.
Military life was gradually changing her, and she was in the process of trying to adjust.
Just as Perry Reed was concerned, a group of soldiers had cut a wound in her heart, leaving a scar from then on; all of Eastlandia’s soldiers became a mark within her.
She could try to accept the soldiers around her, discover their sincerity, faith, perseverance, and passion, and slowly bury her resentment.
But, she could never accept the Eastlandia Forces.
At least, not the her of now, she had not become that forgiving yet.
"Can’t do it?" Glenn Hutchinson asked softly.
A decisive response.
On the other side of the phone.
Under the pitch-black night sky, Glenn Hutchinson stood in front of the Taylor Family mansion.
He didn’t use a flashlight, but his eyes, accustomed to the dark, could make out the general outlines.
The collapsed houses, the dilapidated walls, the broken scenes all matched the other houses around him.
Many remembered this once majestic and splendid mansion.
Similarly, many remembered that this family’s surname was Taylor and that six years ago, a daughter named Erina Taylor used to swagger down this street, never bullying the weak.
When speaking of her, countless beleaguered refugees would suddenly burst out laughing.
Glenn Hutchinson remembered.
Three years ago, he and a group of people went out on a mission and encountered a flamboyant and unrestrained Mercenary leader.
As fate would have it, that person also had the surname Taylor, the name Erina.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Glenn Hutchinson, without anger, said softly, "It’s late, you should sleep early."
Flossie Wright quickly agreed.
Looking up at the dark boundless sky, Glenn Hutchinson gently curled his lips, his voice surprisingly gentle, "Good night."
On the other side.
Flossie Wright held her phone, listening to that warm voice, and for some reason, felt a softness in her heart.
"Good night."
Frowning slightly, she whispered back and hung up the phone.
Staring with open eyes at the phone, the screen still lit, Perry Reed’s phone number caught her eye, and not long after, the screen flashed and suddenly dimmed.
For some reason, after this inexplicable call, her mood could not improve.
Glenn Hutchinson.
Just thinking of him made her inexplicably irritable.
There were indeed many reasons why she couldn’t accept Glenn Hutchinson, but the existence of reasons implied that they could be resolved.
However, the past and memories were indelible.
Turning off her phone, she tossed it to the ground, and Flossie Wright drew the covers aside, let herself fall back, grabbed the blanket, and lifted it to cover her entirely.
Turning over, she was enveloped in the covers.
After a while, Flossie Wright squeezed her head out from under the blanket, resting on the Forces’ not-so-comfortable pillow, her bright black eyes shut and then opened, unable to fall asleep.
Lying on her side, she opened her eyes and looked at the opposite bed.
That was Becca Reyes’s bed.
The bedding was neatly folded, and it had seemed so stark and empty the first time she lay down there.
Her thoughts were in turmoil.
Suddenly, she remembered Becca Reyes, that woman who seemed a bit simple-minded yet stubbornly clung to the mentally troubled Calvin Ramos.
After the last time she spoke of breaking up, now who knows what happened.
Her gaze shifted slightly, landing on the phone on the floor. Flossie Wright thought about it but didn’t reach out to pick it up.
Anyway, she would see her the day after tomorrow.
Half an hour later—
Cursing fiercely, Flossie Wright flung the covers aside and propped herself up on the bed.
Two minutes later, she, dressed in training gear, had already opened the door.
Avoiding the figures on the training ground, Flossie Wright headed straight down the path towards the mountains stacked outside the Base.
The night was tranquil, the evening breeze cool.
In the darkness, a dark silhouette gradually vanished into the rugged mountain road.
— End of Chapter 852 —