Finally, perhaps in a fit of rage, he even added me as a friend again—with the note: “Answering call.”
Just then, a new call came in. I answered. As soon as I picked up, he hurled insults at me.
"Are you crazy? I'm about to get my professional title reviewed and Kelly is getting a full-time job and you actually reported us to the African branch."
"Milena, the child is gone. I know you’re upset, but it’s God’s will! Our children were born with a condition. Even gods couldn’t save them. They were destined to die. It wasn’t me, nor Kelly, who wanted to harm them!"
He was panting, "I’ve told you countless times and you still insist on making things difficult for Kelly. I didn’t let you check the surveillance footage because I didn’t want you to keep going crazy! I didn’t expect you to start spreading obscene rumors about Kelly and I didn’t expect you to abuse your position and send her to Africa!"
His usually calm voice was now panting with rage.