"That's good, otherwise I would feel really bad. Doctor Stuart, I'll hang up now."
Tercy Mason's call ended with a busy signal on the other side.
Alexander Stuart was stunned.
He was to wait here alone for an hour...
Well, alright.
He didn't mind.
As long as his little sweetie could come, he would be fulfilled.
—
The seaside villa.
Ella Lacey was laying on the couch, massaging her small belly. She took out her mobile phone and called Yolanda Bardot, "Yolanda, have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet..." Yolanda Bardot told the truth.
Her voice sounded timid.
"Isn't it because Uncle Walker hasn't come back yet?" Ella knew immediately, if Uncle Walker didn't come back, she wouldn't have an appetite.
"...Yes." Yolanda's voice wavered, almost to the point of crying.
"Listen, Yolanda, I'll give him a call. I guarantee he'll come back."
Ella didn't want to see her good friend heartbroken. Uncle Walker avoiding the situation wasn't a solution.
