The voice on the other end of the phone was not Su Zaozao's, but the butler's, "Miss Ning, it's me."
Ning Xia was startled and instinctively pulled her phone away from her ear to check; it was indeed the villa's number.
"Butler, did you call me for a reason?"
"Cough." The butler cleared his throat, his tone as gentle as ever, "Miss Ning, the young master woke up and didn't see you. He has been downcast and refuses to eat anything."
"He was already feeling a bit unwell, and not eating will only make it more serious. Nobody else's words seem to matter to him; he insists on seeing you. Can you come over and see him?"
Ning Xia's brow furrowed tightly, concern flashing in her eyes as she pictured Little Crybaby's frail form. She wished she could rush to his side and be with him right away.
But... she could go once, twice, but could she go for a lifetime?
