Chapter 242 Cut the crap, just come back...

"Hello?" Michael answered the phone, his voice tinged with suspicion and a hint of excitement.

"Michael, come home now..." The voice on the other end was unmistakably Betty's. Her voice was loud, so clear that I could hear it perfectly.

"Ah... home... go back..." Michael stuttered, clearly taken aback. He was thrilled to hear from Betty, relieved she wasn't mad at him anymore, but her urgent request made him suspicious.

"Cut the crap, just come back..." Betty sounded frantic over the phone, her voice raised in urgency.

"Oh... okay..." Michael was slow to respond, caught off guard by the unexpected call, but he hastily agreed.

As soon as Michael consented, the call ended. He stared at his phone, dazed, struggling to make sense of the situation. Yet, he dared not ignore Betty's command and quickly dressed and dashed out of his room, leaving the house eerily quiet.