Caleb dropped his phone after finishing the call with Herald.
They had both checked into a nearby hotel—it was already late into the night.
There was no time to search for anything luxurious, and truthfully, Caleb didn't care in the slightest.
Not that he ever did before.
He only started living lavishly after the system threw unimaginable wealth at his feet.
And that brought up a brief thought—people often criticized how the rich lived. But was it truly because their lifestyle was wrong? Or was it just the frustration of never having the chance to live like that themselves?
In the end, none of it mattered right now.
Because tonight—no, in this very moment—all Caleb wanted was to silence the storm brewing in his chest.
He didn't need comfort or distraction.
What he needed was time to think.
Time to decide his next move.
Time to recover from the loss.
As for Naya, she hadn't voiced a single complaint about the modest hotel either.
She understood.
