Wendy pushed Michael away and sat up.
She glanced at the caller ID and the caller's name was Timothy.
Wendy's memory hadn't fully recovered, and so far, she could only recall some fragments in bits and pieces.
As for this Timothy, Wendy had heard Jill mention him often.
He should be Jill's father, and her godfather.
She heard that he was the one who saved her and helped her back then.
If it wasn't for this Timothy, Wendy would have lost her life, not to mention becoming a top designer.
Timothy had also called Wendy a few times before, but they were all simple greetings of concern and work-related matters.
Wendy pushed the answer button and said with respect, "Hello, Timothy."
The name "Timothy" was still somewhat unfamiliar to Wendy now.
"Corrine... " Timothy's voice came through the phone, "It must be nighttime over there now. Are you sleeping? Did I disturb your rest?"
