Jorge's fury thumped to the highest he had felt in a long time. He hung up the phone and called out, "Is anyone there?"
A maid appeared instantly,
"Call number Thirty-six immediately!"
"Th-ir-"
The poor girl stammered as she blanked out for a bit. She wanted to ask who Thirty-six was, but looking at how Jorge was angry, she couldn't bring herself to. However, it finally clicked as she realized who was being referred to, and she rushed to get her, avoiding any direct glance at Jorge as his face was so hardened that she was scared out of her wits. She was part of the exclusive playhouse staff and had worked there long enough to know how their employer was.
Mirabel had sat upright on the bed then. To say that she was still angry was an understatement for many reasons that she did not want her mind to wander there. However, in the chaos of her emotions and mind, one thing stuck. That was how Jorge had stood up for her and their son.
