Isaac Ford returned to his room, sat on the sofa, taking off his suit, and leaned back because he was exhausted, his forehead aching intensely.
One hand gently placed on the bridge of his nose, pinching repeatedly, trying to alleviate the pain, yet it was still unbearable.
Ring, ring, ring...
Suddenly, the phone rang.
He had no desire to answer phone calls at this moment; just thinking about Uncle Hawthorne's situation was enough to unsettle him.
However, the caller persisted, repeatedly dialing even after the line was cut.
He thought of his sister, with whom he had just reunited, and put down his long fingers, picking up the phone.
Caller ID: Sister.
Seeing that single word on the caller ID, the tension in his brow slowly eased, as if all the pain had vanished, the cold dissipating, his mood becoming softer.
He gently pressed his lips together, then pressed the answer button.
"Brother."
Tiana Thorne's voice was sweet and quite penetrating, her mood seemed quite good.
