That night, Amelia Cobb received a call from Christopher Robinson at midnight.
She was drowsy and sleepy.
When she answered the phone, her voice was a bit muffled.
Christopher, on the other hand, was wide awake. Hearing Amelia's drowsy voice, he became even more alert.
"Sleeping?" he asked at first, his tone fairly normal.
Amelia lazily hugged her blanket and turned, humming in response.
Christopher's anger instantly flared up: "You can still sleep?"
Amelia: ...
"You're sleeping soundly while your husband is alone in an empty room."
Amelia: ...
"How can you be so heartless at such a young age?"
Amelia: ...
Christopher's relentless questioning left Amelia breathing slightly unevenly.
For a moment, she didn't even dare to turn over.
Christopher's resentment filled the air, his aura comparable to that of a wronged ghost.
This series of questions left Amelia at a loss for how to answer.
