Even if this person was one of the few he trusted.
He still didn't dare to take the risk.
Just as Julian Fairchild hesitated, suddenly another call came in.
The number displayed was Henry Hughes.
His brow furrowed as he ended the current call and pressed the green button to answer.
"How is Maeve Lane now? Where are you?"
Julian's tone was anxious even through the phone, and Henry Hughes must have noticed it too.
His tone was calm, almost unnaturally so.
"Maeve is fine, she's resting now, don't call again."
He was about to hang up after saying this, but Julian repeated patiently, "Where is she?"
A storm was brewing.
Henry Hughes didn't soften his attitude due to Julian's intense pressure, concisely saying, "Maeve is awake, heading to school now."
As soon as he finished, the phone emitted a busy tone.
Julian gripped his phone tightly; Henry Hughes wouldn't joke about such matters. Since he's already brought Maeve back to school, it means her condition is stable now.
