The sound of the dial tone lasted a few seconds before the call was connected.
Before she could speak, Edward Harper spoke coldly, giving a word of caution,
"Aria, if you're calling to plead for Brandon Knight, it's best not to say a word. Let's not damage the decades-long friendship between us. Brandon Knight crossed my line. I only pulled out my investment and didn't hit back, which shows enough leniency."
Aria Knight lay limp on the hospital bed, momentarily at a loss for words.
He said that Brandon Knight crossed his line, and his line was Clara.
Like a thunderbolt on a clear day, Aria suddenly felt that all her efforts—pretending to be sick, getting injections, sleeping on the hospital's hard, broken bed—were in vain.
She felt herself drifting further and further away from him and seemed not as important in his eyes as she had imagined.
On the other end of the line, Edward Harper sat in his office, his face cold.