"Harry, who are you on the phone with so early in the morning?" Evelyn walked into the living room and saw Harry looking a little off. She went over and picked him up.
"Aunt Ella!" Harry blurted out.
At this moment, the only person who could be made a scapegoat was Ella.
"Why did you think of calling your Auntie? Do you miss her?" Evelyn pinched her son's handsome face, and a second later remembered something, looking downward at him.
"Have you called Molly these two days? I have tried several times, but nobody answered."
"…" Harry's body stiffened, and he glanced at Evelyn guiltily, not daring to speak.
It was not possible for Molly to answer the phone now, as she was not with Grandfather and Grandmother Jackson. What if Evelyn wanted a video call? That would expose everything, right?
Just as Harry was feeling nervous and unsure how to answer, the doorbell rang.
"I'll open the door!" The soft little body quickly raced to the door and pulled it open.
