Earlier, while attempting to message Camille, she had unknowingly tapped his conversation instead.
Now…
Barely conscious…
Her weakened fingers slipped again.
Instead of sending a message…
She accidentally pressed the call button.
The phone rang only once.
“Hello?” He answered instantly.
Damien hadn’t been sleeping either—he had just finished a late video call at home. Remembering her morning message, he had absentmindedly opened their chat, never expecting a call at this hour.
Silence stretched across the line, broken only by her heavy, uneven breathing. His brow furrowed sharply, and he stood at once.
“Elena. Speak. What happened?”
“…My stomach… hurts so much…” Her eyelids drooped heavily. Her body trembled as fresh waves of pain tore through her nerves. Her voice came out hoar
