"I understand. I wish you and my brother a romantic evening."
"Well then, I'm hanging up," Julia Bluen said with a laugh from the other end before she hung up the phone.
Mila Anderson listened nearby. Knowing that her son and daughter-in-law wouldn't be back tonight, she couldn't help but think, This is all fate.
RING RING... Just as Adele Horne finished her call, Mila Anderson's phone also rang. It was Gian Horne.
The freeze Glades Horne had placed on their finances had expired. With their access to funds restored, Gian Horne rushed off to the Coastal District, intending to explain to Pheobe Rogers why he hadn't visited her in the past month.
"Mila, I won't be home tonight," Gian Horne said, his tone quite casual. He had said this phrase almost daily for the past several decades, and Mila Anderson felt as if her ears were about to grow calluses from hearing it so often.
If he isn't coming home, why bother calling to tell me? Isn't he just trying to upset me on purpose?
