His expression was tense and filled with pity.
Jackson Russo immediately frowned, "What?"
The woman sat on the sofa, holding her phone in her hand.
"...Is your phone out of battery?"
Jackson Russo got out of bed, instinctively searching for something after hearing her words.
The woman pointed to the coffee table and then picked up a black phone from it, handing it over to him.
Seeing Jackson Russo take it and turn on the screen, she pursed her lips and said:
"So it still has power. There was no activity last night, I thought it was out of battery."
Jackson Russo didn't speak, glanced at the unremarkable phone, and tossed it aside.
He reached out and massaged his aching brow.
"Didn't anyone call or message you last night?"
Jackson Russo stood up looking for the bathroom, visibly irritated when he heard her words.
"What's your point?"
