It wasn't that the speakerphone was silent, but that Willow Quincy was.
"Willow..." Fiona Dalton forced the corners of her mouth into a pained, unnatural smile.
"What's gotten into you today, dear? Why do you keep ignoring your mother?"
"...It's nothing." Willow Quincy's voice was barely audible.
Fiona Dalton licked her dry lips and pressed on, unwilling to give up. "So, are the rumors true? You don't actually have feelings for that girl, Charlotte Shaw, do you?"
"..."
Willow Quincy fell silent again.
His silence was the answer.
The tension coiling in Fiona Dalton's chest instantly dissipated. The phone in her hand trembled, nearly slipping from her grasp.
"Hmph..." Felix Preston suddenly chuckled.
"What was that sound?" Willow Quincy's tone immediately grew wary.
"...It's, it's nothing." Fiona Dalton reflexively covered the phone. "I'm just watching TV. It's just a sound from the television."
Hearing this, Evan Yates immediately took a step forward. "That's not—"
