With that, Larissa hung up.
Finley lowered his phone, his gaze fixed on the East Villa.
“I tried,” he muttered to himself. “Larissa, you wouldn’t listen. If something happens to Sapphira, don’t blame me.”
...
After ending the call, Larissa stared at her phone.
Finley’s call had been strange. It sounded like he knew something and was trying to warn her. An idea, sparked by her earlier conversation with Haskell, suddenly clicked into place.
Her eyes turned as cold as ice. She immediately dialed her beautiful new mother’s number.
Sapphira answered quickly, her voice as gentle as always. “Larissa, what’s wrong?”
Hearing that familiar, kind voice, the ice in Larissa’s eyes melted, replaced by a playful affection. “Mom, where are you right now?”
“What is it? Is everything okay at home?”
“Everything’s fine. I just miss you.”
Sapphira chuckled on the other end. “Is that so? I’ll be home right away!”
“Okay!”


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