Since morning, Eva had been trying to reach Elena, her growing worry manifesting in each unanswered call. Determined to ensure Elena's well-being, she decided to dial Elena's landline, and Pom answered the phone.
"Hello, Pom. Is Elena at home?" Eva's voice held a note of concern. The events of the previous night had left both Eva and Elena unsettled, and Eva needed to make sure Elena was alright before facing the day ahead.
"Yes, ma'am. Elena ma'am is in her room," Pom replied, her tone respectful and composed.
Relief washed over Eva at the confirmation. "Is she okay?" she asked, her worry obvious. The events of the night had cast a shadow over their usual peaceful atmosphere, and Eva couldn't shake off her concerns.
Eva was so ashamed last night.
Pom's response was measured, as if choosing her words carefully. "She seemed fine, ma'am. But I sensed that she was a bit tense, especially regarding Mr. Robert."
