Carrie was furious.

November was not as sunny as summer but remained rather warm in Wiltspoon for this time of the year. Even during winter, one could get by with a long-sleeved shirt on a sunny day, not to mention that it was barely winter now.

Carrie felt hot after standing under the sun for a long time.

Her face turned red, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

She kept cursing Camryn until her mouth went dry with nothing to quench her thirst.

Camryn had already entered the house, so no matter how loud Carrie yelled, Camryn might not be able to hear her.

Carrie looked up and assessed the gate. With the gaps, she could still climb over if she was careful.

She decided to climb over the gate which she did immediately.

On the other hand, Camryn was in her room on the second floor. She stood by the windowsill, looking at the gate.

Since she had not fully regained her eyesight, she could not see clearly from a distance. She asked the man next to her, “Is Carrie gone?”