"Girl."
A gentle voice came through, and Elliana Lyle's closed-off emotions completely shattered in that instant.
The tears flowed uncontrollably, and she covered her mouth, not daring to utter a word, afraid he would hear her crying.
"Girl, please talk to me, okay?" There was a trace of pleading and hope in his voice.
If the emotions can't be stabilized, then let them erupt.
"Norman Bennett... I miss you, I just miss you, I... I'm okay, I just... I just miss you."
"I know, don't cry, girl, your husband will come see you, okay?"
"No... don't! I... I'm going to sleep, you should sleep too."
Beep―――!
The call ended.
Norman Bennett looked at the disconnected phone, realizing something was wrong; his little girl didn't sound happy because he was being too controlling.
On the contrary, she seemed to be deliberately avoiding him.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the phone on the bedside table.
