"We hired the best experts and used the best equipment, with dedicated care, she will be fine." Waylon Lewis said, gently stroking her long hair to comfort.
That's what he said, but not worrying is impossible.
"Ding." The sound of an incoming message.
Hope Williams patted Waylon Lewis on the shoulder, "Your phone."
Waylon Lewis glanced at his phone and raised an eyebrow, "Not mine."
Hope blinked, groping around on the sofa aimlessly, but didn't find anything.
Waylon sighed and picked up the phone from the table, handing it to her.
Hope had no interest in checking the messages, not even bothering to open her eyes, "You check it for me."
Waylon didn't say much more, he opened Hope's phone.
The latest message was a video, the cover of which was pitch black. Waylon opened it casually.
The video was extremely shaky, and after a few seconds, he realized something was wrong. His brow furrowed sharply, and he immediately closed the phone.
