"Kendrick? Why aren’t you saying anything? What happened to Uncle Trey?"
"He’s fine. Out of danger now."
Kendrick’s voice was hoarse. He wished he could leap through the phone signal, grab her by her little rabbit ears, and drag her straight back home.
"That’s good… that’s really good…"
She sounded relieved.
Just then, Kendrick heard a man’s voice from the other end.
"Anna, I need the phone. Are you done?"
Kendrick nearly cursed out loud. Whatever trick Ryan had used to keep his wife there, it wasn’t enough — now he even controlled when she could make a simple phone call?
"Kendrick, I have to go. The Young Master needs to use the phone."
"Wait," Kendrick’s voice was cold. "Why can’t you come back to get treated? Do you think I can’t afford a doctor?"
Anna explained, "It’s my face
