Chapitre 91: His call

Harry gulped down the chicken porridge quickly. Then, he ate the pills in the small bowl, washing them down with a glass of water.  Once he was done, he reached out his hand expectedly. 

"Yes, Young Master? " she asked innocently.  She arranged the bowls tidily on the tray, next to the glass.  Her lips curled into a smile, happy to see Harry was getting healthier after few days having high fever. 

"My phone." Even until now, his phone was still in her hand.  She refused to return it, claiming it would make him sicker.  To his horror, even his family agreed. 

Just now, she announced that he was getting better and better.  Shouldn't she return his phone? 

He needed to contact Ryn! 

"I will check back in a few more hours," she patted his head gently and started to head to the door, bringing along the tray. 

"Nanny, my phone." Despite of getting better, he was still weak.  He groaned but no one felt sorry for him.