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The strange voice continued to speak to Anthon, "Use your brain, Anthon. Think about who would be the most unwilling to see Haohao become the next victim of Da Shewan, besides you..."
Anthon furrowed his brow, his mind racing. He recalled all the details, trying to identify that key person. Suddenly, a name flashed through his mind, and he exclaimed, "Pig's Feet!"
The voice let out a cold snort, tinged with mockery. "Ha! Finally thought of it. Find an opportunity to talk to him... I believe he could be a breakthrough... Besides, I suggest you keep Haohao from knowing that you are aware of everything. Haohao is already on the brink of a mental breakdown; he must resent you now."
A pang of pain shot through Anthon's heart as he realized the truth in those words. Last night's experience had inflicted immense trauma on Haohao, and his own presence might only deepen that pain. He forced himself to calm down and asked quietly, "What should I do to protect Haohao?"
The voice turned even colder. "Mr. Anthon, you just need to follow our instructions and not expose how much you know. Haohao is mentally fragile right now; if he finds out you understand everything, it will only exacerbate his suffering and anger."
Anthon's fingers trembled from the strain as he took a deep breath, striving to maintain his composure. "Alright, I'll handle it carefully."
The person on the other end chuckled with satisfaction, their tone dripping with arrogance. "Good, Mr. Anthon. Remember, every step you take must be cautious. Any mistake could lead to irreparable consequences."
The call ended again, leaving Anthon feeling drained and nearly unable to stand. He understood that this crisis was far more complex and dangerous than he had imagined. He needed to find a way to protect Haohao and resolve everything.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror while brushing his teeth, Anthon pondered painfully. Were those videos and photos really true? If they were, what kind of torment had Haohao endured last night? He couldn't fathom the despair and fear that must have engulfed Haohao.
His heart was filled with guilt and helplessness as tears slowly streamed down his face. He tried to control his emotions, but the images and Haohao's vacant gaze kept resurfacing in his mind, causing him immense pain and anger.
"What kind of despair and suffering did Haohao experience last night..." Anthon silently questioned himself, feeling as if an invisible hand was tightly squeezing his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
He knew that in such circumstances, Haohao must have felt utterly isolated and helpless while he stood by unable to do anything. A deep sense of guilt washed over Anthon; he felt he had failed in his duty to protect Haohao.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the toothpaste foam. Anthon closed his eyes weakly, feeling the pain and helplessness in his heart. He knew this was not the time to wallow in sorrow; he had to pull himself together and find a way to rescue Haohao.
"I can't let Haohao bear all of this alone anymore," Anthon vowed silently. He took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and tried to calm himself.
He knew he had to find Pig's Feet to gather more clues. Only then could he fully understand the truth of last night and devise a plan to save Haohao.
Anthon looked at himself in the mirror, determination and resolve filling his eyes. He understood that no matter how difficult the challenges ahead might be, he would face them alongside Haohao. He dried his face, spat out the toothpaste foam, and continued his morning routine, trying to appear as normal as possible.
"Haohao, I will protect you," Anthon whispered in his heart, filled with determination and hope. He knew this fight was just beginning, and he was ready for whatever might happen; he would not allow Haohao to be hurt again.
Today, they were scheduled to head to Kaohsiung for a shoot of the Southern Buffet project. Anthon felt anxious, unsure if Haohao was ready. He picked up the filming equipment and walked toward Haohao's door. Just as he raised his hand to knock, he hesitated, unsure if he should proceed.
In that moment, the door suddenly swung open, revealing Haohao standing at the threshold. Their eyes met. Haohao looked unwell, pale with exhaustion and pain evident in his gaze.
Anthon's heart tightened with concern and guilt. He forced himself to appear calm and managed a smile. "Haohao, are you ready? We need to go to Kaohsiung for the shoot today."
Haohao nodded and forced a smile that seemed strained. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."
Seeing Haohao's weary state filled Anthon with worry and unease. He knew that last night's experience had left a significant scar on Haohao, but there was little he could do now except silently support him.
"If you feel unwell at all, please tell me," Anthon said softly, trying to convey his concern.
Haohao nodded but said nothing more as he turned to head downstairs. Anthon watched Haohao's retreating figure and silently vowed to find a way to resolve everything and protect Haohao from further harm.
Anthon picked up the recording equipment and followed Haohao downstairs. They arrived in the living room, where Pig's Feet and Da Shewan were already waiting. Upon seeing them, Da Shewan revealed a strange smile and warmly greeted, "Is everyone ready? Let's get going!"
Anthon felt a wave of discomfort but forced himself to maintain a calm exterior. He knew that today's filming would be a significant challenge for them, and he had to be cautious not to let Da Shewan and Pig's Feet notice anything unusual.
"Alright, let's all do our best," Anthon said, forcing a smile while his heart was filled with worry and determination.
They stepped out of the house and got into the car, preparing to head to Kaohsiung. Throughout the journey, Anthon's mood remained unsettled. He understood that this struggle was just beginning, and he was ready to face whatever difficult challenges lay ahead alongside Haohao.
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