Mom, when are you coming home?
The night was deep, and the car moved steadily forward. Adrian’s innocent voice echoed through the phone.
Mila replied softly, Mom has something to do, I won’t be back.
Oh. Adrian sounded a bit disappointed but then asked, Will you be home any time soon?
Mila paused for a couple of seconds, pressing her lips together before resolutely replying, I’m busy these days, no time. Let your dad keep you company for now.
Okay.
Adrian said with a hint of sadness, Then, Mom, make sure you call me when you come back. I’ll miss you.
…Alright.
After Adrian hung up, Mila glanced at the darkened phone screen, her thick lashes trembling slightly as she gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Adrian hadn’t called like this in a long time, showing he missed her.
It had been more than a year since the last time.
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Montgomery Manor.
As soon as Adrian hung up the call, the fleeting disappointment on his face vanished, and he happily dialed Giselle’s number.
Giselle, I did what you said and called Mom.
At Harvey Manor, Giselle, who was chatting with her parents, excused herself to take Adrian’s call.
Good boy, Adrian. What did your mom say?
Adrian quickly consoled her, Don’t be upset, Giselle. That was Mom’s mistake. When you meet, you can talk it out, and she should apologize to you.
Giselle smiled, her tone still plaintive, Thank you, Adrian. Please make sure to call me when your mom is back so I can come over and have a heart-to-heart with her. Then she’ll be okay with us playing together.
Mm-hmm, Giselle is the best.
After comforting Adrian for a while, Giselle ended the call and returned to the living room.
Inside, Charles Harvey was insisting that Lysander stay the night.
Lysander, driving back this late is too much trouble. We should be thanking you for bringing Giselle home, not letting you drive all the way back.
He exchanged a subtle glance with Giselle’s mother, Rosalind Harvey.
Rosalind chimed in, Lysander, your uncle is right. It’s late, and it wouldn’t be right for me to let you drive back alone. Felicity would scold me for not taking care of her son. Besides, you’ve known Giselle since childhood; this is like your second home. Staying over is no trouble at all.