Amanda looked at the phone her son handed over, unwilling to take it. Eventually, after a gentle push from Pamela, she took the call.
Amanda, holding a chicken bone, stood up and moved to the other side of the room to answer the phone.
"What is it?"
As soon as Benjamin heard her tone, he knew she wasn’t eager to talk to him.
"I just wanted to say, you’ve worked hard," Benjamin’s voice was somewhat harsh. This woman seemed to want no connection with him at all—dream on. She wanted to take his son away? No way. He would steal the Terry back and make her beg him.
A frightening thought suddenly bloomed in Benjamin’s mind.
Amanda was stunned. Did Benjamin actually say something like that?
"Thank you! It’s not hard at all. We’re having a lot of fun, really enjoying ourselves," Amanda repl
