Caleb Holt took the phone from Jackson Zane's hand, looking at the unfamiliar number, feeling unsettled at the moment.
Is it her?
Could it be her?
"Hello?" Caleb Holt put the phone to his ear, his voice raspy as he said hello.
"Ronan? It's me, I'm South Grant."
Caleb Holt recognized South Grant's voice, and as he held the phone, his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Is your illness cured?" Caleb Holt's voice was filled with uncontrollable tension.
"It's cured, completely cured, I can jump and skip now." South Grant laughed, then thought about the news and asked Caleb Holt, "How are you? Where are you now? Did you deal with that matter?"
Caleb Holt listened to South Grant's questions and realized she knew about the domestic news.
"I'm fine, sorry for making you worry." Caleb Holt replied.
"It's all my fault, if I hadn't suddenly left, you wouldn't have had to suffer with me."
Caleb Holt had a question, buried deep for two years. "South, when will you come back?"
