Kapitel 124: A slap to his face

As the sunset in the horizon, casting a golden glow over the landscape, Greg and Valerie arrived at Old Madam Wright's cozy ranch-style home. The single-story house, with its rustic stone facade and sprawling lawn, exuded a warm, inviting atmosphere.

The crunch of gravel beneath the tires echoed through the stillness as Greg parked the car. Valerie's silence, however, pierced the tranquility.

The garden, meticulously tended, burst with vibrant colors - petunias, marigolds, and roses - their sweet fragrance wafting through the evening air. The scent of freshly cut grass and the gentle hum of crickets added to the serene ambiance.

The soft creak of the car doors opening broke the spell. Valerie stepped out, her high heels clicking on the driveway. She didn't wait for Greg nor speak to him, instead striding purposefully toward the entrance.