To be honest, Rick didn't know what Eleanor's Divine Gift was, nor did he particularly care.
Originally, Rick had planned to sneak into the Shen family's house under cover of darkness, use an item to get rid of the child Scarlett was carrying, and then leave. But as he stood at the entrance of the alleyway outside Eleanor's courtyard, he had a strong, dangerous feeling—like a sixth sense warning him that this wasn't the right time for mischief.
The last time he'd had such a feeling… well, truth be told, he'd been having it a lot recently. Every time he thought about doing something bad related to Rita.
Rick trusted his luck and intuition, so he backed off.
Eleanor's house was brightly lit at this hour.
Wearing a white apron, Eleanor was kneading dough. Around her house, on the windowsills, roof, and even beside the well, stood Special Affairs Bureau players tasked with protecting her. Inside the side rooms, a couple of colleagues were resting, waiting for their shift to start.
