"Hey, uncle, are you worried about me?"
"How can I not worry."
Ivy Miller pouted, as if he had a point: "Then why didn't you call me? Didn't you know I've been waiting for your call?
Uncle, as a man, how can you always wait for your wife to be the one to call?
What if I had an accident and died on the way back."
"Don't talk nonsense," Henry Sullivan's voice turned a bit cold. This girl dared to say anything; was there nothing she feared to mention?
"What nonsense? I was just saying if, don't dodge the topic.
Why didn't you call me?"
Henry Sullivan had not put down his phone since this morning, waiting for her to call him and let him know she was safe.
Last night, his phone was by his ear, and he waited until quite late to fall asleep.
He didn't think such a proactive girl would actually wait for his call.
If he had known, "I was also waiting for your call. Next time, I'll be the one who calls first."
