Listening to the dial tone, Silas was indeed struck with total insomnia. By three in the morning, he got out of bed, drove to Vane General Hospital, locked himself in his research lab, and started conducting experiments out of pure frustration.
Meanwhile, Michael half-reclined on the plush sofa in the hotel lounge, staring out at the ocean view under the night sky. He pulled up another contact and dialed.
"Hey, Michael! You're still awake?" Killian Thorne's energetic voice came through the speaker.
"Yeah. I'm in a great mood," Michael replied, his deep voice calm and relaxed.
"Oh?" Killian sounded surprised. Michael Thorn active and openly admitting he was in a great mood? That was rarer than gold.
"You're about to become an uncle for the third time," Michael said, keeping his voice low so as not to disturb Evelyn in the inner bedroom.
