?<strong>Chapter 896:</strong>


    In no time, the car carrying Rnd rolled away from the ranch. As they arrived at the airport, the butler moved ahead to handle the travel arrangements. When he looked back to check on Rnd, the boy had vanished.


    “Where’s Mr. Potter?”


    The bodyguards, equally shocked, exchanged confused nces, unable toprehend how Rnd could have eluded them so swiftly.


    Recalling Rnd’s earlier words, the butler eximed, “Oh no, we need to get back!”


    But Rnd, only thirteen, had not returned to Usheujan Paradise Ranch. Instead, he sought refuge in a nearby shed, where he spent most of the day secluded, with only his backpack forpany. As darkness enveloped the area, the sounds of the day receded into a hushed silence.


    Rnd received a text message informing him that the butler had been unable to locate him and had already escorted everyone back to report to Wade.


    Rnd cautiously stepped out from his hiding ce in the shed. Bathed in moonlight, the vi loomed silently.


    From his earliest memories, Rnd had been a nomad, endlessly shifting from one ce to another. People around him exined it as an opportunity to immerse himself in the customs and cultures of various countries.


    However, each time he began to feel settled, he was abruptly transnted to a new location. Friendships were a luxury he could never afford—it was less about cultural exploration and more about constant evasion.


    With deliberate steps, Rnd approached the vi, nning to wait inside and discover whom Wade had been so determined to keep him from meeting.


    For three days straight, Rnd positioned himself by a window on the second floor, his gaze fixed on the world outside. Sustaining himself on bits of bread and sips of cold water, he waited.


    On the fourth day, curiosity overcame him, and he cautiously parted the curtains.


    A car rolled to a stop at the entrance, and a family of four disembarked. Rnd turned around and dove into the nearest wardrobe to hide. As the family stepped inside, Rnd caught the man’s voice asking, “Did they escape again?”


    Joelle, scanning the deste interior, sighed. “Yes. We’re always just a step behind.”


    Walking close behind Joelle, Aurora said, “Mom, don’t lose heart. We’ll find my brother eventually.”


    Molly, undeterred, expressed her desire to continue the search. Inside the wardrobe, Rnd listened intently, his heart pounding as he peered through the narrow gap at Molly’s silhouette scanning the room.


    “Molly!” Aurora’s voice called from outside the room.


    Molly paused, her eyes briefly sweeping towards the wardrobe. “Yes?”


    “We need to move on. We’re going to ask around the neighborhood with Mom and Dad,” Aurora urged.


    “Okay then!”


    As the hum of the car engine echoed outside, Rnd allowed himself a moment of relief, his breaths deep and shaky, a testament to his rattled nerves.


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