"Mr. Lancaster seems to be kind to everyone. Have you eaten? Come, let''s eat together. There''s so much, I can''t possibly finish it all by myself."


    Hannah pulled out a chair, inviting her to join.


    Anna didn''t stand on ceremony. She had been so busy getting everything Mr. Lancaster asked for that she had rushed over without even a sip of water.


    After breakfast, Anna chatted with her for a while, told her to rest well, and then left.


    Not long after Anna departed, Hannah''s phone rang again.


    It was Lionel.


    Hannah sat quietly, staring at the name on the screen. Come to think of it, the number of times he had called today was probably more than he had in the entire past year.


    She was curious why he was so desperate to call her. What did he want to ask?


    To ask if she had been assaulted?


    To ask if she was dead?


    To ask how long she nned to keep up this kidnapping charade?


    She couldn''t think of any other reason.


    She let the phone ring, walking over to the sofa and turning on the TV.


    As fate would have it, the news was reporting on a recent incident involving Lionel. Someone had maliciously tried to tarnish his reputation, but his newwyer, Sandra, had cleverly seen through their scheme. Not only had she helped Lionel navigate the crisis, but she had also caused the Rosenberg Group''s stock to rise several points.


    On screen, the man''s face was grim. He didn''t seem happy about oveing the crisis. Instead, he looked agitated, even leaving a press conference midway through to make a phone call.


    Watching his distressed expression, Hannah instinctively scanned the area around him but didn''t see Sandra.


    He was probably worried about her and left to check on her.


    After all, he was capable of doing such things for Sandra.


    Not wanting to see Lionel''s face any longer, Hannah changed the channel and found a random drama to watch.


    After lunch, she took a nap for a couple of hours. When she rolled over, she identally answered her phone.


    "So you finally decided to pick up!"


    A man''s furious roar sted from the phone.


    Still half-asleep, Hannah shot upright, her eyes instinctively darting to the door.


    She was alone in the room. She realized she must have pressed the answer button by mistake.


    “Hannah, I''ve been calling you nonstop! Are you incapable of answering your phone?" Lionel''s rage hadn''t subsided.


    Hannah took a moment to think, her eyes fixed on the phone. Her voice


    with diggust


    was faced with disgust is there something you need?"


    The other end fell silent. He probably hadn''t expected her to speak to him like


    that.


    After about ten seconds, Lionel''s tone softened slightly.


    "Where are you?"


    Hannah took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Lionel, does it matter where I am?"


    "Hannah!" he gritted out. "Tell me where you are!"


    Hannah''s gaze darkened. "And what


    if I do? Will youe see me? And


    after that


    we


    Take me home


    And then


    go back to our normal lives?"


    Her words left him speechless.


    Hannah listened to his breathing and couldn''t help but let out a smallugh.


    Hearing herugh, Lionel froze.


    "Lionel, why do you suddenly care where I am? Does your grandmother want to see me? Is there some family event at the estate? If not, then you don''t need to worry about where I am, because you never eared Before. And I dont care where you are either.”