Novel Titanic
Chapter 11
Chapter 11 The Clinic
In a quiet alley of Lakeside Road, the black Phaeton slowly came to a halt.
Myrna unbuckled the seat belt, took her bag, and said to the man in the driver's seat, "Thank you."
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Calvin raised his chin slightly. One of his hands was holding the steering wheel, the other propping against the window. There was a brown beaded bracelet around his wrist as if it contained magic and was used to tame the beast. Calvin glanced at the door and found there was nothing special about this place. Then he said, "Do you want me to go with you?"
Myrna refused without hesitation. "No. I'm fine by myself."
Calvin squinted his eyes and didn't say anything.
Myrna couldn't wait to get rid of Calvin. She closed the car door, waved at him, and said, "I'm 11 55
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going in!"
"Sure."
Calvin watched Myrna eagerly march into the two-story white building and took out his phone.
He lived in Nemmington long enough to know the value of every inch of the land in Melcester.
The house Myrna entered was in the prime location in the south of the city. It would cost a fortune to buy the land and build a private studio here.
Blake told Calvin that Myrna's foster parents were rich, but they didn't treat Myrna well. They even refused to give Myrna a good education.
How did Myrna know this place? It seemed that she came here a lot.
Calvin took a picture of the house.
Soon, he received a message.
"I know this place! There is a psychological clinic
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at Lakeside Road. It's hard to get an appointment here! It's also expensive. Mr. Larson... Do you have mental issues? Please don't feel embarrassed and get yourself a therapist!" "Fuck off."
After Calvin replied to the text, he arched his brows and looked at the girl who disappeared into the building.
A psychological clinic?
Expensive?
Calvin had read the files about Myrna. There was nothing out of the ordinary. However, after he got to know her, he was surprised to find that she was different from what the files described. When Calvin prepared to send another message, his phone screen lit up.
Calvin picked up the call and said huskily, "What's up?"
"Mr. Larson, your son is missing!"
Calvin's face was immediately clouded over. He clenched his jaw and no longer cared about the psychological clinic. He started the engineer, turned the car around, and asked, "Where are you now?" The car hurtled out, as fast as lightning.
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