Cold. Distant. Annoyed.
"I'm in a seminar with the hospital director. It's important. Don't bother me."
"A seminar?"
I froze, straining to hear the laughter on his end.
"At this hour? What kind of seminar has jazz playing?"
"Adrian, I'm begging you. Save my dad. Come back and I'll do anything you want—"
"Wendy!"
His voice turned sharp. "What's wrong with you? I told you—it's a high-end seminar at a private club. The venue's upscale. So what?"
"Stop acting like some paranoid wife interrogating me."
"I'm busy. Goodbye."
Click.
The line went dead.
I stared at my phone as tears finally broke free, splattering onto the screen.
That's when I noticed the red notification dot.
Like a sleepwalker, I tapped it.
Lily's post filled my screen—a nine-photo grid.
Thanks to my senior Adrian for booking the whole place just for me to watch fireworks! Best birthday present ever! Love you~
Brilliant fireworks. Exquisite French cuisine. And a photo of them together.
Adrian's profile was sharp, handsome. He was gazing down at Lily, eyes soft with indulgence.
Location tag: Summit Private Club, suburbs.
This was his seminar.
This was what was so important.