Eleanor froze for a second. Was Biscuit really up for this on their own?
Right then, Ethan's phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen. Eleanor instinctively leaned over to peek too, but didn't catch it before the screen dimmed.
Ethan declined the call without a word. Not even five seconds later, the phone rang again, relentless.
His mood visibly shifted—he was clearly annoyed, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who kept calling.
"Martin, you should answer it. What if it's something urgent?"
Eleanor caught the frustration on his face, assuming he was stressed out over Biscuit.
She grabbed the phone, shoved it back into his hand, and nudged him toward the hallway. "Go take it in my room. I'll clean up here."
On the other end, Camila kept calling. Over. And ov
