The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Clara was frantic, unleashing all her anxiety and anger on Summer Thorne.
"Why isn't anyone answering? Why won't he answer your call!"
Someone behind her suggested, "Mrs. Pryce, why don't you try calling again?"
Clara's hands were trembling with rage. Hearing this, she nevertheless dialed the number again, then stared at Summer Thorne like a phantom.
Summer Thorne, of course, knew why she was so furious.
Because they had run out of options. After trying everything to save their only son, they were forced to pin their last hopes on her.
Even though it seemed utterly absurd to everyone.
But they were desperate, clutching at straws. She was their only way out.
And now, if they discovered that this path, too, was a dead end—
Summer Thorne had the absurd urge to laugh.
The phone rang for a long time. Just as it was about to disconnect automatically again, it suddenly... connected.
