Unfortunately, these people were simply unable to tolerate her compassionate heart, as a few moments later, Amabel heard the old lady's angry voice as she coldly said, [You better take a rest. You leave this to me. And I will have a chat with your boyfriend. He is there with you, right?] her voice carrying a hint of finality which left no room for her to argue.
She pouted as she looked around to face Valentine and sulkily responded, "he is listening."
[Good. Now be a good girl and give him the phone. Its late now and you need to rest. Not just for you, but for the baby as well. Do you hear me, dear?]
What else could she say except to reluctantly agree?
"Um, I will do just that," in a lowly voice, she responded.
[Good. I will talk to your boyfriend, and you get some sleep. I will visit you there in the afternoon, and we can talk more. Is that okay?]
Upon hearing that, Amabel's dimmed eyes suddenly brightened. "You are coming to visit me?"
