Why Don't You Buy Her A New House?

Even though Bella was still very confused about what was happening, she still went to the next room and brought over his phone.

Kafka reached for his phone with the same casual smile still resting on his lips. His fingers moved effortlessly, dialling a number with practiced ease, as if he had done this a thousand times before.

Bella swallowed, her mind racing.

'He wasn't really going to-'

"Bella..." Kafka said, his tone relaxed, as if he were simply asking for the time. "What's the name of the company your father works at?"

Bella's heart skipped a beat.

Her father's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why?"

Kafka didn't even look at him. His attention remained on the phone screen, waiting for the call to connect. "Could you please answer the question?" He said lightly.

Bella hesitated. She didn't know how, but something told her that whatever was about to happen next...it was real. Very real.