Erica's POV
The phone rang for a while but my father picked it up and I could hear his weak voice on the other end.
“Father?”
“Erica, my daughter, how are you? Could you give me a few minutes?
I listened as his old weary footsteps trudged along the floor.
“Finally, I could tell that he was alone as his voice was a little louder than before.
“Erica? Are you all right? Has anything happened to you?”
The urgency in his voice was frightening but I assured him that I was safe.
“How have the discussions with Dante been? How soon can we get the jewel and put a stop to Hazan's tyranny?”
The worry in his voice frightened me and I tried my best not to stutter.
“Discussions are moving as fast as possible. I hope to conclude them with him soon. It's just that there are some matters in his
