"It's not like someone is trying to hunt you either." She added with a hint of sneer, smirking a little before she took a sip from her teacup.
Rayven pursed his lips when he heard it, but then he rolled his sharp eyes at Traute for a few moments. "That's exactly why I'm overly anxious right now. I'm afraid that…"
His voice faltered as he intentionally halted himself, considering his decision for one last time.
He would be lying if he wasn't nervous about what his aunt would do after he told her his suspicion. Rayven realized that he was gambling with his chance to get rid of Ryley in the future by telling Madam Gilbert about this matter. But he still had to do it, just so he could carry out his own plan that he had explained in his message to Kale.
"….The real Skylar Morrison…. is alive."
***
Meanwhile, the black Cadillac that had left the mansion a while ago was seen pulling over in front of an old cemetery.