Suddenly receiving a call from a stranger made Flint frown. He sat limply on the sofa, staring intently at his phone screen.
Meanwhile, Ellen wondered what had gotten into her lover that he'd suddenly gone silent. She'd even teased him for overreacting by sleeping on the sofa. For a moment, she tried to sit up, but her boyfriend held her back.
"Why are you so quiet?" she asked softly.
"Ellen, I received a message from someone out of the blue. He has proof of my father's death."
Ellen's eyes widened. "What?"
"But, on the other hand, I'm confused. Is this really real? I'm afraid this person is someone sent by David."
"Can you let me sit down first so I can talk freely?" Ellen stretched out her right hand, intending to ask Flint for help lifting her body which was still lying on the sofa.
Flint laughed mischievously, gently lifting his lover's lithe body and helping her sit upright on the sofa. "You were already so comfortable sleeping on the sofa."
