Oh? Is my worthless little daughter missing?

Zara held her phone anxiously, dialing Rose's number, but it wasn't reachable. She bit her lip, panicking, wondering where her best friend Rose could be. She was deeply worried—Rose couldn't work or help herself at the moment, so where could she have gone? Who could have helped her? The phone made a sound like it was ringing, but no one answered the call.

Damien, sitting beside her, tried dialing the number too, but still couldn't reach it. The network was unreachable for Rose's number. What he didn't know was that Rolan had blocked the number—with an evil smirk on his face.

"Where did you go? Why weren't you there with Rose?" Zara turned to Damien, staring at him. She regretted the words the moment they left her mouth, but she was just concerned. She quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, Damien. I'm just worried about my friend—where she's gone or what might have happened to her. I didn't mean to lash out at you."