You called me just for this?
Is that really the only reason you called?
'Does this matter so little to her?!'
'Does she even care about me at all?!'
Leona Grant's expression was thunderous. He sneered, "What else?"
"If that's all, I'm hanging up. Don't call me in the future if it's not important. In fact, don't call me even if it is," Annabelle Linton said, not wanting to hear another word as she prepared to end the call.
As soon as Leona Grant heard that, he knew what she was about to do. "Just you try hanging up!"
"Leona Grant, are you done messing around in the middle of the night? If you have something to say, can you please just say it all at once?"
Only then did Leona Grant remember the seven-hour time difference between Nordmark and Celestia. It was the dead of night where Annabelle Linton was.
Leona Grant felt a pang of awkwardness, but he didn't let it show. "Come back. Come back tomorrow, you hear me?"
"The hell I will! Are you out of your mind?!"
