~Mia Mondragon~
“Dad, are you at work? Is it easy to speak?” I first pretended to ask casually.
There was silence for a while, and there was the sound of my junior brother, as if my father had left from a place and went to a place convenient for talking.
With a sound of closing the door, my father spoke, "Okay, Mia. Can I help you?”
I originally wanted to ask directly about the beginning and end of the incident between me and Albert Ros.
But at the same time, I began to doubt my father's situation again, so I asked: “Dad, do you know where my mother went? Mom has been gone for so long, and if you really didn't know, then I might go crazy.”
Even if he isn't concerned about my mother and pretends to be anxious, he must pretend to be anxious. But he didn't have the slightest panic, as
