There was a hint of urgency and testing in his voice.
I let out a cold laugh.
“Harry, have you forgotten? We divorced ten years ago. Your love is dead, her son is missing—why would you think I know anything?”
“You ruined my life and now you want me to help you find your son? Do you even deserve it?”
I didn’t hold back, letting my words cut deep.
There was a long silence on the other end, only his heavy breathing remained.
“Millie… I’m sorry…”
“Save your cheap apologies,” I cut him off. “Don’t call me again.”
I hung up immediately.
Back in the living room, Arson was curled up on the sofa, asleep.
Even in his sleep, his brow was tightly furrowed and his small hands unconsciously clutched the edge of his shirt, full of unease.
I looked at the heart-shaped birthmark behind his ear and a part of me completely collapsed.
I grabbed a blanket and gently covered him.
Then, I called my family’s private doctor.
“Mr. Sharl, I have something here. I need you to test it and check what’s inside. Do it as fast as possible. No matter how late it is, tell me the results immediately.”
That night, I didn’t sleep at all.