It was a heart attack—he needed a defibrillator immediately!
I dialed Ethan again.
“Robert is in critical condition! Send over a defibrillator now or this will end in tragedy!”
On the other end came the sound of clinking glasses and Sophie’s coquettish laughter.
Ethan’s voice was lazy and impatient.
“Still at it, Rachel? Addicted to your little drama? My uncle hates snow—he’d rather sit by the fireplace than come to this damned place!”
“Come on, make up a more believable lie!”
This time Lily couldn’t hold back and shouted through tears.
“Ethan Parker! Haven’t you had enough? You’re killing him! Uncle Robert is dying!”
Hearing Lily’s voice, Ethan froze.
“Why does that sound like Lily?”
Sophie quickly leaned closer.
“Wow, Rachel’s really pulling out all the stops—using AI voice clones to trick you now!”
She hung up the call for him.
This time Ethan frowned slightly.
He had a good relationship with Lily and naturally recognized her voice.
He suspiciously walked to the window and looked down, but the ski suits below covered everyone completely, making it impossible to tell who was who.