This time, the call finally connected.
"Vera, I…"
However, it wasn't Vera Wave speaking, but Kris Cooper, his voice stern and forceful from the other end of the line.
"She won't answer your calls anymore. If you have even a shred of genuine concern for her, don't disturb her."
Then the line was disconnected again.
The dial tone echoed in the receiver as Nathan Leafcastle weakly lowered it back onto the cradle, leaned against the sofa, and did not attempt to touch the phone beside him again.
On the other end of the signal.
Kris Cooper glanced at the silent phone, reached out to embrace Vera Wave, and comfortingly kissed her hair.
"It's all right now."
The vibrations on the table rang out again. He frowned and turned his head, thinking Nathan Leafcastle was calling again. Seeing his own phone light up, he quickly picked it up to answer.
"Mr. Cooper, Irene Spencer has met with Nathan Leafcastle."
On the other end was the voice of his planted informant.
"When?"
