381 Longing

About an hour later, the tour bus arrived at the ancient ruins of the Colosseum.

The group began slowly disembarking from the bus, with Mr. Anderson anxiously running back and forth, keeping an eye on everyone. He was sweating heavily, making sure none of the elderly tourists encountered any issues.

As usual, Miranda was the last to step off the bus.

Bert, visibly moved by the sight before him, pointed at the ruins and exclaimed to Miranda, “Emily, I’ve seen this on TV! It looks exactly like this!”

Emily?

Mr. Satan, who had been following close behind, thought he must have misheard. For a brief moment, it sounded like someone had called out Emily.

But then Miranda’s response quickly shattered his hope. “Did you forget my name again? It’s Miranda.”

“Oh, right, right, Miranda! Silly me,” Bert replied, chuckling.

Mr. Satan, pretending to walk by casually, leaned in and asked quietly, “Miss Carter, do you have a name called Emily?”