Hearing the familiar name, Celia Sterling lowered her head slightly, subconsciously taking one sip of her drink after another.
On the other end, Declan Norwood was silent for a long time. His tone was no longer as fluent as before, and his voice was slightly hoarse. "Uncle, why don't you and... you guys go ahead."
Silas Norwood had no intention of ending the video call. "The mining proposal you just mentioned has several points that aren't supported by data."
Now that the topic was open, he clearly had no intention of ending the call.
Declan Norwood's voice was listless. "Oh. I analyzed some of the local policies from recent years, starting from the year before last..."
His voice was intermittent, a clear sign he was severely distracted and performing poorly. After finally managing to stumble through his points, his voice grew even hoarser.
"Uncle, can we just stop here for today?"
