She immediately turned around and walked quickly toward the office building.
She had just finished her case that afternoon and was about to take a sip of water when her phone suddenly rang.
Walter Prescott's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Vivian."
As soon as she heard his voice, her breath caught in her chest.
"Uncle."
In the end, she still called him softly.
Walter Prescott's tone was even and calm.
"Your mother has been in the hospital for several days. She keeps saying your name, says she wants to see you. Find some time to come see her."
Her chest ached; her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palm.
Lynn Shea?
She didn't want to see her.
The last time, that slap had already shredded what little mother-daughter bond was left between them.
"Sorry, Uncle, I have too many cases lately, I really can't get away."
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, then a quiet sigh.
