Richard Shaw took his son's phone and returned to the bedroom, a cold and desolate place. After showering, he casually wore a cotton robe, his chest muscles subtly visible.
The man sat on the bed, holding Casimir Shaw's phone, replaying Leah's conversations with his son slowly.
The sweet, gentle female voice, with a rising intonation when chatting with the young boy, was sweet and charming. She only spoke like this when she acted coy with him.
Richard Shaw's cold and hard facial lines softened slightly, and a faint arc appeared at the corners of his thin lips. The mother-son conversation didn't last long, perhaps because Griffith Squire found Aurora Coldwell. The young girl from the Coldwell Family remained unconscious, and Griffith asked Leah to bring some clothes and daily necessities to the hospital.
Leah chatted for just a few minutes before hanging up the phone.
