Raymond didn't dare to ask more, because every time he mentioned Mabel Doyle's name, the old man would roar in anger.
Then he would drive him out of the house, clearly unwilling to discuss it further.
For two years, he had been searching for her, but New York is so vast, and without any clues, it's like searching for a needle in a haystack. Besides, he wasn't even sure if she was in New York.
Raymond did not give up; whenever he had the chance, he would go looking, but New York was even larger than he had imagined. Even after searching for two years, he still hadn't found a trace of her.
Until this morning, when she called him on her own, Raymond was extremely pleased, thinking that she finally wanted to see him. But as it turned out, she was seeking him because of a friend's illness.
He felt somewhat disappointed, but being able to find her meant everything else didn't matter...
