Ariel Morris thought of something and spoke solemnly to Eleven, "Could you please help me get my phone from the bedside? I need to make a call."
"Sure."
Eleven fetched Ariel Morris's phone, lit up the screen, and commented lightly while pressing her lips together, "Miss Morris, it seems you have a message."
Ariel Morris took the phone and unlocked the screen. Due to her inconvenience with eyesight, Jorge Saxton had set Ariel Morris's phone with quick access to messages and dialing. Even if she couldn't see, she could open the screen to receive voice messages and dial quickly.
Ariel Morris opened the message, and the deep, pleasant voice resonated in the room, reaching her ears.
"Take good care of yourself. I didn't go to send you off, but when you return, no matter the storm, I'll be there for you."
Holding the phone, Ariel Morris couldn't help but let a hint of a smile slip from her lips and her eyes softened.
