The phone rang for a long time before someone finally answered.
It was Joey's cold and distant voice.
"Mr. Adamson, is there something you need?"
Frederic mustered his energy and said, "Nothing in particular. I just wanted to hear your voice."
Joey frowned. "Do you find this amusing, Mr. Adamson? You were the one who said you were tired of this, and now you're the one who can't let go. What makes you insistent like this? How can I change your mind?"
Her tone was cold and slightly impatient.
Frederic closed his eyes in agony, his hand gripping his hair tightly to keep himself awake.
"Joey, that night must have been very painful, wasn't it?" His voice was weak, and he spoke in halting phrases. Each word was laden with undeniable pain.
Joey laughed mockingly. "Mr. Adamson, you don't n
