Quinn pov.

I received word in the afternoon that Miss Bella had left the apartment and run away again.

I frowned. Although I said she could move freely within A City, she went too far this time. I pondered whether it would be better to send someone to follow her. That's when my phone suddenly rang.

"Quinn, it's Bella, I'm going to meet my aunt and uncle. Don't worry, I won't escape."

I simply found it unbelievable that Mrs. Bella actually remembered my phone number and that she would specifically call to keep me informed. For a while I was a bit unable to describe my feelings.

I replied, "Okay,...