After many rings, Whitney Lynch finally answered the phone.
Before she could impatiently ask, the voice on the other end trembled, struggling to speak: "Mom, my stomach hurts... it hurts so much..."
"It's the middle of the night, far away, your stomach hurts but what can I do? Figure it out yourself, I'm hanging up now." Whitney's tone was vague and impatient, it seemed she had just woken up.
Tiana Thorne sobbed: "Mom, my stomach really hurts, can you send me the stomach medicine from my room, I'm in so much pain..."
"Tomorrow morning, I have to take your sister to the airport. You call me in the middle of the night, do you deliberately not want me to sleep? How are you so thoughtless?"
How are you so thoughtless?
This sentence echoed in her ears like a nightmare, in an instant, past memories surged to her heart.
Every time she called needing her mom, her mom would speak with that tone.
