Xaviera Evans hurriedly grabbed Caleb Mamet, her face full of worry: "Caleb, are you hurt?"
The man spoke leisurely, "Mrs. Mamet is back, I heard that you aren't coming home tonight?"
Xaviera Evans: "..."
Bastard! What kind of talk is that?
Caleb Mamet slowly opened his eyes, his gaze cold and detached, as if he hadn't been asleep.
He rubbed his eyes and inevitably furrowed his brows.
Caleb Mamet's eyes were somewhat confused; even if the living room was fully lit, he couldn't see clearly.
He secretly lowered his gaze and didn't show anything in front of Xaviera Evans, his voice low: "Hand me the phone."
He had to call a doctor, but at this time he couldn't see the phone's position, and Steve Price and the butler were not around, so he could only ask Xaviera Evans for help.
Xaviera Evans looked puzzled.
The phone was right next to Caleb Mamet, and all he had to do was reach out and grab it.