After hanging up the phone, Olivia Zane dialed Titus Zane's number again, only to hear the sound of the phone being turned off. She put down the phone and wheeled herself in front of Nathan Moore.
"Nathan, I just called home, and Mom said my sister hasn't returned yet. It's so late already, could something have happened?"
"What could possibly happen?" Nathan Moore didn't turn around, his voice indifferent, still looking outside through the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Nathan!"
Olivia Zane raised her voice, moving her wheelchair to the side of Nathan Moore, her face showing urgency.
"Why don't you care about your sister at all?"
"Why should I care about her?" Nathan Moore turned his head slightly, his eyebrows raised, showing no particular emotion.
"Nathan, at a time like this, let's not keep score," Olivia Zane said anxiously, "Mom said my sister hasn't returned home, and when I called her just now…"
