Dear Arthur, Please Love Me Again

Arthur didn't retort immediately as usual.

After a moment, he relaxed his furrowed brows and snorted lightly.

"She's made a scene before. She pretended to disappear to make me worry and only to come back obediently. Who knows where she's off gallivanting this time? She is cunning! Don't let her usual demeanor fool you!

"Enough, let's not bring up things unrelated to the case!"

His determination was evident.

Seeing this, Chris and the others held back their words, finally ceasing to mention me.

I was growing anxious.

But I was the victim.

How could they solve the case without mentioning me?

I watched as Arthur was consumed with the case, spinning his wheels with no progress for days.

All the nearby missing persons had been checked, yet none of the clues pointed to me.

Arthur looked exhausted.

Chris and the others brought me up again.

This time, Arthur didn't refuse.

He went home.

Upon entering, he seemed to have steeled himself before calling out my name.

The room was empty, and no one responded.

He glanced around the room with disdain.

"Enough, I'll count to three, and if you don't show up, don't expect to see me ever again!"

I desperately wanted to respond to him.

But he couldn't hear me.

Impatiently, he scoffed, "Fine, Chloe, you've really learned some tricks, playing hard to get now. Even if you die out there, I won't come back for you!"

With that, he stormed out.

I rushed forward to stop him, wanting to tell him that I really wasn't throwing a tantrum.

He walked right through me, his eyes cold.

I froze.

Arthur really hated me...

Even though I wasn't at home, he found even the places I'd been unbearable...

Just as he neared the door, he suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on a voice recorder on the entryway cabinet.

Excited, I floated in front of him.

Please, just play it!