Amelia had thought that he would certainly reply with something like "It's all right, so why are you still calling me?" but instead she heard his low acknowledgement over the phone, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left the phone with Nathan. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much grievance. Don't worry, that old coot will withdraw the lawsuit soon and will publicly apologize to you. Just eat, drink, and let me handle everything."
She had no desire to talk to him anymore, but hearing him speak with such casual confidence, she couldn't help but ask, "Can you also rescue my friend at the same time?"
"Your friend? Which friend?"
"The girlfriend of my senior, Oliver Mitchell, she was also framed by that old coot and taken to the Police Station."
It seemed like he took two seconds to think before responding, "You mean the girlfriend of the male classmate you chased across the street, nearly getting hit by a car in the process?"
Amelia, "...Yes."
