BZZZT—
BZZZT—
A phone suddenly started vibrating in his coat pocket. Willow Quincy frowned and opened his eyes, pulling the phone out.
—Dad.
Just that single word was displayed on the screen. As Willow Quincy stared at it, he inexplicably felt short of breath.
BZZZT—
BZZZT—
The phone continued its incessant buzzing, but Willow Quincy just stared blankly at it, seemingly with no intention of answering.
The assistant beside him offered a kind reminder, "Mr. Quincy, the call is from Uncle Quincy."
"..." Willow Quincy ignored him. He stared at the phone in a daze for a moment, then suddenly extended his hand and passed the phone to his young assistant.
"You answer it for me."
"...Huh?" The assistant was stunned. "M-Me? You want me to answer it?"
"Yes." Willow Quincy was serious.
The assistant shrank back in fear, waving his hands frantically. "No, I can't do that! How could I possibly answer a call from Uncle Quincy for you? It's against the rules!"
