Lewis Harrison's handsome brows furrowed slightly; calls to this phone were generally unexpected.
The servant walked over, answering the call.
After a few seconds, she turned her head and looked towards Camila Walker on the sofa, "Lady, it seems to be for you."
Camila Walker was stunned momentarily; she hesitated, then turned her head, glanced at Lewis Harrison, and tentatively picked up the phone, holding it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Mommy!" As soon as the connection was made, Belinda Howard's sweet voice came through.
Suddenly hearing her daughter's voice, Camila Walker was caught off guard, and she couldn't help but reveal a look of joy.
Indeed, it had been several days since she last heard Belinda's voice, and, most importantly, she had never been away from her side for such a long time.
"Belinda?"
"Mommy, I miss you so much!" Upon hearing Camila Walker's voice, Belinda Howard on the phone began to pout with a hint of grievance.
