Mitchel, who had just finished tending to his wound, just glanced at Marlowe without saying anything. Marlowe, on the other hand, didn't try to continue the conversation. She said in a flat tone, "Get some rest now. I'm going to check if Grandpa is resting."

With that, she hurried downstairs.

Later in the afternoon, Granger went to his room for his nap.

Marlowe took the opportunity to go upstairs to call Mitchel down. But just as she reached the room upstairs, a storm suddenly started outside.

Marlowe gazed out the window at the fierce storm unleashing torrents of rain, claps of thunder echoing through the air. She then turned to Mitchel with concern etched across her face. "Here, storms Like this one bring heavy downpours. Given your injuries, it's best for you to stay indoors for the time being."

Mitchel also looked at the heavy rain, frowning. He seemed worried and tried to persuade Marlowe into taking him out. "But..."

"Alright, listen to me now," Marlowe cut him off before he could say anything. “If you collapse in the street again, I won't have the strength to drag you back. Besides, if you fall into a coma for a few days again, you won't be able to make that call, either."

Marlowe took a short pause and then added in a low voice, “The weather forecast didn't announce any rain today. Hopefully it would pass soon."

Staring at the fierce storm outside, Mitchel didn't dare to say anything else. He obediently stayed in the room waiting for the rain to subside.

Unfortunately for him, the rain continued until it was dark.

After dinner, Marlowe noticed that Mitchel appeared noticeably anxious. His gaze kept drifting towards the window, and his brow was furrowed tightly.

Mitchel's anxiety was overwhelming. He realized that if Holden and the rest were unable to reach him, they might decide to inform Catalina. And if Rodney caught wind of the situation, Rodney's worry and anxiety would only escalate. Because of these, Mitchell's top priority right now was to establish communication with them without any further delay.

Marlowe's gaze was fixed on Mitchel the whole time, and she felt that he could run out into the rain if it didn't stop soon. Thinking of that, Marlowe sighed and stood up. “Grandpa should be getting ready for bed. Don't go out, and don't let Grandpa see you. I'll be back soon; don't worry."

Mitchel didn't know what Marlowe was up to, but he nodded and watched her head downstairs with her coat.

Mitchel didn't want to make things difficult for her, so he stayed in the room and explored with curiosity.

The house wasn't huge, but it had everything one would need.

The entire room was crafted from wood, with a hidden furnace below.

It kept the cold wind out, making the room cozy and warm.

A tall wooden cabinet hung on one wall, while across from it sat a floor-to-ceiling sofa next to an armchair. Soft carpet adorned the floor of the room, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Mitchel noticed a picture frame resting on the wooden cabinet.