The phone barely rang before a clear voice came through.
"Uncle?"
Hearing her, Anthony felt his tension melt away. A small smile tugged at his lips, and his voice softened. "Why aren’t you home yet?"
Home.
He actually called it home.
That simple word sent a ripple through Charlotte’s heart. She stopped in her tracks, fingers tightening on her phone, eyes fixed on her toes, a shy smile playing at her lips. "Something came up. I’ll be home later."
No classes today. She couldn’t go back to the Main estate. She barely knew anyone in Cabinda. What could she possibly have to do?
"Do you need my help?"
"No."
Right then, she caught sight of a man in expensive clothes, his arm draped around a curvy woman, both stepping out of a hotel.
"Don’t wander off. Be careful. Call me if you need anything, alright?" Anthony didn’t push, just gently reminded her.
"Okay."
After her soft reply, she noticed the call was still connected. Anthony’s lips curled even more, his voice warm. "Next time, you hang up first."

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