This is the hardest phone call I've ever made in my life. My hand trembles with each digit dialed.
She fell from the fifth floor to the fourth. No one can really say what happened. The servants said they only knew something happened to the young mistress when they heard her scream.
This call nearly stopped the housekeeper's heart, but he knew it had to be made.
Even with his failing eyesight, he could see that the young master deeply cared for the young mistress. His hand shook uncontrollably as he held the phone, urging the driver to go faster, even if it meant running a red light. He needed to get back to the Hallow Family as quickly as possible.
He truly wished he had been the one who fell, and if this old body had shattered, it wouldn't matter.
The phone beeped twice and then the person on the other end picked up.
"Young Master, the young mistress fell from upstairs..."
Even in a state of apparent unconsciousness, there is still awareness.
