....
On the other hand, after being unable to find Nathan Benjamin, his daughter went to Lydia's Art Studio.
Just as Lydia had returned from the hospital.
She poured herself a glass of water but hadn't even finished drinking it.
The door to her office was forcefully pushed open.
"Where is my dad?"
Lydia had never met Nathan's daughter, but she had heard about her.
Nathan cherished his daughter a lot.
What could make her rush into her studio in such a frenzy?
Lydia put the glass of water down and looked at the woman in front of her: "He's not here."
"I called him this morning, but he did not answer." Lydia took the phone from the desk, opened the call log, and showed it to her.
Upon seeing the unanswered call log on the phone, Nathan's daughter slightly composed herself.
"Do you know where my dad is?"
Lydia shook her head: "I'm not sure, we haven't been in contact much recently. Your father normally doesn't reach out to me unless it's for a function."
"..."
