I stared at Nathan coldly. I said, “Just apologizing isn’t enough. You’d better call Dylan and ask him to get here.”
Nathan finally realized the gravity of the situation. He quickly pulled out his phone and called Dylan.
The call rang for a long time before it was finally answered. However, the voice that came through from the other end of the line
was sweet and delicate.
“What’s wrong? Dylan is driving and can’t answer the call now,” Lauren said.
Nathan hurriedly explained. “Tell Dylan to come back immediately. His parents have been poisoned and need surgery. A next–of-
kin has to sign the consent form.”
There was a brief pause before Dylan spoke into the phone. “Since when are you on Fiona’s side? My parents need surgery? Why don’t you just say that they’re already dead?”
Nathan snapped in frustration, “If you don’t come, they really might die! Don’t you trust me?”
After a brief pause, Dylan replied, “Okay. I-”
Before he could finish, Lauren interrupted, “You’re not actually believing this, are you? Have you forgotten how they faked being
sick to trick you before?”
Dylan’s voice became cold. “Tell Fiona if she dares to curse my parents by spreading lies about them being poisoned again, I’ll
call off our engagement.”
Then the line went dead. When Nathan tried calling again, Dylan’s phone was already turned off. He cursed under his breath and
looked up at me with a pitiful expression.
I had expected Dylan to react this way. After all, he hadn’t even spared his parents a single glance when they were in a coma in front of him. Why would a mere phone call change his mind?
Now, all my hopes rested on Bernice. Time dragged on, and despite the doctor urging us three times, Bernice was nowhere to be
I estimated the time before calling her, “Bernice, where are you?”
She snapped at me the moment she picked up. “Can you stop making a scene? Do you know how important my meeting is today? I don’t have time to play along with you.”
My heart plummeted into an icy abyss. I was certain that Dylan had already called her.
