Chapter 104: The Real Henry Jefferson

In a heart-stopping moment, a drone zipped in from the outside, its buzzing blades setting off the bats like an alarm. The swarm, in a sudden shift, abandoned their attack and turned on the drone. As the drone darted toward the cave’s mouth, drawing all the bats with it, Henry and Giselle finally let out a relieved breath. Henry straightened up, his voice deep and resonant, “Shall we venture further into the cave?” “Absolutely,” Giselle replied, fearless. But then she remembered something and turned to him, “Is your back hurt?” “Why, are you concerned?” Henry’s tone was laced with sarcasm, but a ripple of warmth touched his heart, acknowledging her concern. Giselle shot back, “If it weren’t for you, we probably wouldn’t have run into those bats at all.” Henry clenched his jaw, too annoyed to speak. Oblivious to his irritation, Giselle continued forward, flashlight in hand, illuminating the cave walls. Behind her, any flicker of hope Henry harbored was quickly stomped out and d