Ana's POV
Pauline's voice crackled through the phone, desperate and frantic.
I listened without saying a word, then ended the call and blocked her number immediately.
How she'd gotten my contact information was beyond me, but one thing was crystal clear—I wanted nothing more to do with the Watson family.
I was finished being dragged into their mess.
Whether Darius had been kidnapped or not, his problems weren't mine to solve.
"Who called?" Madeline asked.
I shrugged it off. "Just spam," I said flatly.
——
Pauline stared at her phone, completely stunned.
She hadn't expected Ana to cut her off like that—and when she tried calling back, the line went straight to voicemail.
From the adjoining hotel room, Darius caught fragments of Pauline's frantic conversation. His face turned red with fury.
He slammed his fist against the bed.
