Ariel Morris wiped her tears, recalling the kindness her brother had shown her. Her voice involuntarily turned low and choked with a touch of sob: "Brother, how about this, if you don't feel assured, have an expert come over to check my health. I haven't been feeling very well these past couple of days. Could you have an expert come to accompany me on the flight to Italy? I'm afraid something unexpected might happen to my body on the plane."
Jorge Saxton's voice rang out, tinged with urgency: "Not feeling well? I'll have an expert fly to City C to pick you up right away, and then fly to Italy together."
"Okay, thank you, brother."
After hanging up the phone, Ariel Morris looked at the word "brother" displayed in her phone contacts, a trace of guilt creeping onto her face.
Brother----I'm sorry, I lied to you.
I'm just trying to buy a few days' time. I'm sorry, please give me a few days. Brother... I'm sorry.
