Having made up her mind, Enna Clark was not one to be overly dramatic. She walked to the balcony and dialed Baron Lawrence's number—
"Ring..."
Her call was answered after just one ring, but the other line was utterly silent.
Enna Clark couldn't explain why, but she suddenly felt nervous. She held her phone with one hand and rested the other on the balcony rail, biting her lower lip and softly said, "Hello?"
"..." The phone was still silent.
The static sounds from the phone echoed in the receiver.
Enna held onto the railing and her knuckles turned white from nerves, "Baron Lawrence, are you listening?"
After a long pause, a hoarse voice finally came from the other end, "Didn't you say you didn't want me anymore?"
His voice was so raspy as if he had not had water for days and was filled with raw emotion.