Lily hung up the phone first. She didn't get out of bed, just held the corner of her blanket and spaced out for a while, suddenly thinking of Roy. She wondered if that kid had realized she'd been kidnapped.
Dear Buddha, please let that idiot not find out about this, or Roy would definitely storm the Sawyer Family and demand an explanation from them.
A trace of worry appeared on her now slightly flushed face. She picked up her phone from the table and called Roy.
The call went through, but to Lily's surprise, the person who answered wasn't Roy. Instead, it was an unfamiliar, deep voice. She maintained her composure and asked the person on the other end, "Roy?"
"Eldest Young Madam Grant, Roy can't answer the phone right now. If you have something to say, you can tell me directly." The voice on the other end was obviously laced with indifference and impatience, as if he held strong dislike for Lily.
