Back in the office, Wei Anning heard her phone vibrating. She strode over, picked it up, and answered, "Hello?"
"Anning, it's Daddy. Come home tonight, your sister has been released from prison. The family should gather," a man's elegant voice came from the other end, carrying a hint of cautious flattery.
Wei Anning's fingers stiffened slightly as she tightened her grip on the phone and slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the rain was pouring down heavily, like mischievous children pouring buckets of water from the sky.
Pedestrians with colorful umbrellas hurried past on the street. Her heart was as muddy and sludgy as the rainy day.
"I will come back."
The Duke sighed, "I will send a car to pick you up."
"No need, I'll come back on my own. Goodbye!" Wei Anning hung up the phone and looked at the gloomy sky, thinking of the vicious Dora. Her expression gradually grew solemn.
