CHAPTER 23
Bella held the phone tightly with both of her small hands. Her voice was weak, almost trembling, but she still tried to sound strong. “Hello, Uncle Damon…” she said softly. On the other side of the call, Damon paused for a moment before answering. His tone was calm, but there was no warmth in it. “Bella? Why did you call? Where’s your mother?” Bella glanced to her side. Kennah was sitting near her, holding a glass of wine, scrolling on her phone like nothing was happening. She didn’t even look at her. “She’s here beside me,” Bella replied. “Dad… I want chicken soup. I’m really sick, Dad. I want you to cook for me…” There was a short silence. Damon let out a quiet breath, clearly uninterested. “Why don’t you give your phone to your mother, alright?” he said, his voice slightly impat
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