Amelia Clarke paused her motion of chewing the apple.
Jocelyn Griffin got reported to the police by her grandfather? And was kicked out?
She glanced at the anxious face of Old Madam Collins, then walked over and took the child from her arms.
Old Madam Collins dialed out, but no one answered.
"That damned old man, why isn't he answering the phone!"
She dialed twice more, still no answer.
Hotel private room.
The ringtone of the old man's phone was stubborn and overbearing.
"Grandpa, your phone."
Owen Moreland reminded him while holding a wine glass.
"Her health isn't good. If she finds out the child she raised with her own hands actually wants her dead, she won't be able to handle it."
Old Master Collins took a gulp of wine.
"She has to know eventually." Owen set down his glass, resting both arms on the edge of the table and casually interlocking his fingers. "Grandma has been muddling through life for half her days; it's time she wakes up."