Very light and faint, so light that it can be ignored.
Struggling to get up from bed, Amelia Clarke picked up her cellphone that was charging on the rack, dialed Mason Carter's number, hoping that it would suddenly be answered and Mason's voice happy like a little bird would come through.
In reality, she couldn't get through at all.
Tears involuntarily fell from Amelia Clarke's swollen eyes.
Mason, where on earth are you?
Olivia Wilson had entrusted Amelia Clarke with Mason's care with her dying breath, and she had failed Olivia's expectations, losing Mason...
Amelia Clarke leaned against the rack, gradually sobbing aloud.
Mason is still a child, without even the ability to protect himself, how could he escape from the Villain's clutches?
What exactly are the motives of the person who took Mason? Money? Or… his life?
If it's about money, maybe today they would receive a ransom call, and there could still be room for negotiation, but if it's about his life…
Could it be...