"Sir, there is an incoming call from your daughter," Jeremy said, handing over a phone whose screen glowed in the darkness of the car's cabin.
Henry looked at the screen, his eyes softening instantly. "Rob, please pull over for a moment up ahead. Zoey wants to video call me," Henry commanded his driver.
"Understood, sir," Rob replied briefly, turning the wheel and slowly parking the luxury car on the dim shoulder of the road.
On the cold sidewalk, Celine remained frozen, her body trembling violently. She turned slowly toward the source of the blinding light, trying to discern the silhouette behind the tightly closed car windows. Through the sliver of light from the phone screen inside the vehicle, Celine could see the face of the man sitting in the back seat.
"It doesn't look like Leo's car," Celine murmured under her breath. She squinted, observing the man's features illuminated by the blue light of his phone. "That is Zoey's father. That is Mr. Henry."
