"Trouble? What kind of trouble could there be?" Angelo walked out of the kitchen, a chicken drumstick hanging from his mouth.

Sandy, clutching her phone, said anxiously, "Dad's not answering my calls!"

Angelo rolled his eyes. "Seriously? Is him not answering your call that rare? The old man never answers mine!"

"How can you compare yourself to me? Daddy adores me! He has never not answered my calls before!" Sandy was on the verge of tears.

Sophie chimed in, "Could it be that he just didn't see it?"

"That's impossible! Daddy is always glued to his phone. I called him last night, and he didn't answer. He should have called me back today! But now, no one picks up!" "Why don't you just call the house phone then?" Angelo suggested.

He immediately took out his cell phone, dialed the landline at home, and after a single ring, the call was answered, "Hello, you've reached the Pollard residence." "Hey, it's your young master. Put my father on the phone."

"The young master? Is it really you?"

up and get the old man on the

the master, he...

tone grew serious, "What's going on?

master has

hospital? What's

very serious. The doctor said... it's just

urgency spiked. "Listen, we're coming home! We're heading back

hanging up, Angelo dragged Sandy downstairs. Sandy, puzzled, asked, "Brother,

to rush back overseas. I'm booking the flights right

"What?!"

at the Pollard family

hung up the phone, turned to Caelum standing nearby, and whispered, "Master, was it okay to say

stern face, replied, "Next time, get straight

master," Viona agreed, though inwardly she rolled her eyes. How much more dramatic could she get? Any more, and it would sound like a death sentence! Caelum settled into the sofa, and the butler poured him a cup of tea. "Master, will the

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