"Sir, maybe, just maybe, your wife is already asleep with her mother? Because they are both too exhausted from talking?" Dylan tried again.
"Boss, it's not that I'm unwilling. But it would be impolite for us to enter Young Madam and her mother's room," Bryan said with concern.
Tristan shrugged. What Bryan said was indeed true.
Just before Tristan could say something, his cell phone rang. A spring-like smile instantly graced his face when he saw the caller's name on his phone screen.
"All right, you guys take a rest. My wife is calling me now!" Tristan immediately turned off his laptop and picked up the phone.
****
Next day.
Lucas Donovan looked at the food in front of him, annoyed. He had lost his appetite since yesterday and felt that everything he ate tasted like rubbish.
It had been almost 24 hours since Natalie left the house, but the people looking for her hadn't given him any report. This stresses him a lot.
