I turned around and returned to the hotel.
Although the Crestwood Battle Zone had arranged accommodation, the habitually lonely Ryan Rodriguez and I had found a hotel by ourselves.
"Mr. Thomas, how is the Anderson family? Have you and Miss Anderson been engaged?" Ryan Rodriguez asked with a grin as soon as they entered the room.
I gave Ryan Rodriguez a glare and said, "Mind your own business, just go to sleep."
"Humph, you won't even tell me. I saw that Miss Anderson treated you so well. You two must have secretly engaged." Ryan Rodriguez muttered.
I ignored him, sitting cross-legged on the bed and falling into deep thought.
From the dying aura on Frank Anderson's brow, it seemed likely that he couldn't hold on for even half a year.
What would Sarah Anderson do then?
The urgent timeline made me feel tremendous pressure, so much so that I lost the mood to sleep.
That night, instead of sleeping, I chose to take out the herbs and refine the Pill.
