But if you look at it from another angle, the rumors swirling around David, Logan was just as fed up with hearing them from Polly every day. He grabbed his phone and called David.


    When Polly saw Logan pick up the phone, she couldn’t help but smirk. Looks like her daily visits weren’t in vain. No matter the reason, as long as they could get the guy out of the mess first.


    "Your call cannot bepleted at this time."


    Logan wasn’t giving up that easily and tried again.


    "Your call cannot bepleted at this time."


    What the hell was this kid doing?


    "Still not picking up?" Tara asked, leaning over. She hadn’t seen David in days. That brat didn’t even bothering to check on her,pletely heartless.


    "No, I’ll try Nathan instead," Logan muttered.


    The same voice message. What the hell, one after another, acting like they owned the ce.


    "I’ll be damned. All of them out ying adventurer now, huh? No one picking up my calls." Logan rolled his eyes at the phone. Damn cheeky.


    And Logan was right. David was indeed off on an adventure, and it was a dangerous one.


    Polly, frantic, was almost at her wit’s end. She had only just convinced Logan to call David, and now that little brat, who acted like he was trying to get on her bad side, wasn’t picking up. She certainly didn’t want to keeping to the old mansion and put up with Logan and Tara’s faces.


    "Dad, didn’t David pick up? Could he have blocked your number, knowing you’d try to call?"


    Logan’s temper red instantly. Block him? How dare he?


    "Tara, use your phone and try calling that brat."


    Tara pulled out her phone and dialed David’s number.


    "Your call cannot bepleted at this time."


    "I’ll try his office," Tara said, already getting frustrated.


    The phone rang for a long time before, finally, it was answered.


    "Brat, what’s wrong with your phone? Not even picking up calls from your grandparents? Getting all high and mighty, huh? You haven’t evene back to visit your grandma in days!" Tara immediatelyunched into a tirade the second the phone connected, not giving David a chance to say a word.


    Before David could speak, Tara kept going, "What’s with you, huh? ying dumb, you ungrateful little brat."


    Just as she was about to continue, Patrick quickly jumped in, "Tara, it’s Patrick. Mr. Charrington is not in the office today." He was just there to pick up a file and took the call by coincidence.


    "Where is he? Why can’t I reach him?" Tara’s voice, strong andmanding, cut through the receiver.


    Patrick, fully aware of Tara’s fiery temper back in the day, hurriedly exined, "He went to find Mrs. Charrington. They’re in an area with no signal. Is there anything I can pass along?"


    Tara immediately softened. "They’re with Danielle? Are they in danger? When will they be back?"


    Patrick wasn’t sure when they’d return but said, "They went to ckpool Vige. It’s safe there, but I don’t know when they’ll be back, probably not for too long."


    "ckpool Vige? What’s that ce? No signal? And wait, is Fiona still alive?" Tara, already irritated by Polly, tossed in a casual question.