Chapitre 911: Chapter 911: There is no one named Wyndham Howell

On this end, Enna Clark had just arrived at the next ward when her cell phone began to ring.

She glanced at the Caller ID, it was a unfamiliar number. She hesitated for a moment, but still picked up, "Hello."

There was a second of silence on the other end of the phone before a voice came through, "Enna, it's me."

The voice was steady, warm, and as soothing as a spring breeze.

She immediately recognized who it was, "Mr. Howell? Has your car been fixed? Send me the bill and the account details."

Enna Clark thought he was contacting her about the car repair and took the initiative to mention it.

"I'm not calling about the car."

"Then, what is it..."

"Enna, do you have time right now?" Lyle Westbrook asked gently.

Right now?

Enna Clark looked at Adam Sinclair and Olivia Lewis, who were busy monitoring something inside, then turned her gaze back and was about to refuse when she heard the person on the other side continue, "I have a little girl I want you to meet."