Just as Alex had guessed, Mrs. Connie told no one. After returning from the church, she immediately packed a bundle and left her desolate home.
Mrs. Connie headed out of Gust Town.
At first, she was still dazed, stumbling along slowly. It was not until the sun had set, the velvet-like night curtain spread across the sky, and the roaring sound of water reached her ears that Mrs. Connie finally lifted her head from her trance.
Only then did she realize that, in her haze, she had already wandered far from Gust Town and reached the banks of the great river.
Not far ahead stood the stone bridge where her son's head had been found.
The moment she saw the stone bridge, Mrs. Connie's eyes instantly filled with tears. She turned three steps into two and rushed toward it, sorrow in her gaze as she repeatedly called Riven's name.
At that moment, behind a tree a hundred meters away from Mrs. Connie, Alex calmly watched the scene.
"Though I don't know whether this cage is real or fake, at least Mrs. Connie's feelings for her son are genuine." Angel spoke as he floated behind Alex, watching the heartfelt scene in the distance. In a low voice, he said, "Can you bear to send someone like her into the abyss?"
"All I did was tell Mrs. Connie part of the truth." Alex's eyes remained undisturbed, though faint ripples stirred within his heart. Watching the scene before him, he seemed to see a fragment of memory: within it stood a blurred figure, slowly turning around in the depths of his recollections.
Yet no matter what Alex tried, he could not make out the figure's face.
"If I weren't inside this cage, do you think the things I said to Mrs. Connie would