The Second Heir

Chapter 87

—The Next Morning—

The sun's gentle rays filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where Greg and Dylan stood, bags packed and ready for checkout. Greg meticulously checked his belongings, ensuring that nothing was left behind.

“Hey, Dylan,” Greg's voice rang out, breaking the quiet stillness of the room. “You didn’t forget anything, did you?”

Dylan's response was casual, a confident zip of his bag accompanied by a shake of his head. “Nope. I think I already packed everything. I didn’t really bring anything except clothes and cigarettes,” he said.

With their bags in tow, Greg and Dylan made their way out of their room, stepping into the inn's hallway. The soft sounds of their footsteps filled the corridor as they embarked on the process of officially checking out from the Bluebell Inn.

As they walked, their path converged with one of the inn's servants. A warm and welcoming smile graces her lips as she greets them.

"Leaving already?" the servant inquired, her to