Lilac Serval didn't dare hang up the phone, but she waited a long time for Sylvan Cheney to speak.
"Mr. Cheney, it must be late back home. You should sleep early. Don't worry, I will take good care of Chale Cheney and won't let you down," Lilac Serval initiated.
If she hadn't miscalculated, it was almost midnight back home.
So late...
Sylvan Cheney frowned deeply.
The strong scent of alcohol continuously surged to his head, repeatedly assaulting his nerves.
It was a long time before he finally hung up the phone.
Only when there was no sound from the other end did Lilac Serval sigh and shake her head.
Her large eyes flickered with light, bright one moment, dim the next.
Sylvan Cheney didn't fall asleep for a long time. The phone lay beside his bed, and he thought about making another call but... ultimately, he put it down.
His head ached terribly, and the painkillers seemed to have no effect.
