"Did you go to my house?" Amelia Garcia was startled.
Christopher Hart didn't reply but instead asked, "Where the hell are you? Did you take Hope to see that little boy again?"
Amelia's heart raced as if it was about to burst from her throat.
Usually, she prided herself on her quick reactions, but at that moment, her mind went blank, not knowing how to respond.
Was he so eager to come and probe personally?
"Why aren't you talking?"
"Uh... the signal isn't very good." Amelia scrambled for a lame excuse, her short-circuited brain finally kicking back in, calming down somewhat, "Hope said she wanted to play with her little brother, so I brought her. Don't worry, I'll definitely bring her back tonight."
"Where are you, I'll come to pick you up."
"No need, we're about to leave."
Christopher laughed and suddenly asked, "How many nephews does Snow Fitch have, exactly?"
Her heartbeat skipped, "What do you mean?"