"Dad, what are you doing?"
Mandel shouted happily at his telephone watch.
Beside him, Savanna perked her ears and carefully listened, with a knot of tension in her stomach.
Tyrell noticed her movement and asked deliberately, "Are you very nervous, Ms. Thompson?"
Savanna immediately sat up straight and said, "Why would I be nervous?"
"I heard that you and Mr. Cassel had an argument."
"We are going to divorce." Savanna seemed calm, but she felt very bitter for no reason.
"Where did dad go? Why didn't he pick up my call?" Mandel grumbled, his face full of displeasure.
Brandon didn't answer Mandel's call. Savanna heaved a sigh of relief.
Mandel continued to fiddle with his telephone watch, obviously intending to make another call.
"Don't call him. No one will pick it up even if you do." Tyrell stopped Mandel and said, "Your father is drunk. He's probably sleeping right now."