After Lucy Bai finished speaking, she simply sat down and said nothing more.
The bronze coffin returned to silence, with not a single response from within.
It was as if the voice that had just appeared was nothing but an illusion.
"When the Patriarch extended your mother's life for seven days back then, he truly suffered a heavy injury. And there are some things the Patriarch never fully told you."
The elderly man sitting beside Lucy Bai gazed at the massive bronze coffin before them, his face full of emotion.
"What things?"
Lucy Bai kept her eyes closed, her voice calm and quiet.
"After your mother gave birth to you and Bella Bai, during those seven days of extended life, she was not herself."
She was not herself...
Hearing this, Lucy Bai opened her eyes, turned her head, and glanced at the elderly man beside her.
"We can't go out right now. The Li family has already locked down the whole area."
Serena Tong shook her head: "Right now, we can only wait."
Yvette Locke is stronger than us. Even if we went out now, it probably wouldn't help.
Hearing Serena Tong's words, Queenie Tong could only feel helpless.
It was the truth.
Yvette Locke was usually obedient; when the three of them were together, she acted like a well-behaved girl who listened to everything.
Even Serena Tong and Queenie Tong together weren't a match for Yvette Locke's little finger.
Now that Yvette Locke wanted to leave quietly, they had no way to stop her.
That brat, she didn't even say goodbye before leaving. Doesn't she realize what time it is?
Queenie Tong frowned, just about to say something.
Her phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at the caller ID.
The call was from an unfamiliar number.
The number was from Beijing.
Beijing?
Queenie Tong didn't hesitate at all and hung up.
She didn't know many people in Beijing; each one had a note. And given the situation, she wasn't in the mood to answer random calls.
It might just be another reporter trying to find out about Serena Tong, tracking down her number through various people.
Normally, Queenie Tong would have answered and chatted for a bit.
But today, Queenie Tong really wasn't in the mood.
However, not long after she hung up.
Her phone rang again.
It was still that unfamiliar number.
Whose call is it?
Serena Tong looked at Queenie Tong, curious.
"No idea—probably a telemarketer or a reporter."
Queenie Tong was about to hang up after a few words.
But she was feeling irritable.
She answered the call, her tone cold: "Hello!"
I'm Queenie Tong, Serena Tong's manager. Who are you? Don't waste time, state your name!
Her phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at the caller ID.
The call was from an unfamiliar number.
The number was from Beijing.
Beijing?
Queenie Tong didn't hesitate at all and hung up.
She didn't know many people in Beijing; each one had a note. And given the situation, she wasn't in the mood to answer random calls.
It might just be another reporter trying to find out about Serena Tong, tracking down her number through various people.
Normally, Queenie Tong would have answered and chatted for a bit.
But today, Queenie Tong really wasn't in the mood.
However, not long after she hung up.
Her phone rang again.
It was still that unfamiliar number.
Whose call is it?
Serena Tong looked at Queenie Tong, curious.
"No idea—probably a telemarketer or a reporter."
Queenie Tong was about to hang up after a few words.
But she was feeling irritable.
She answered the call, her tone cold: "Hello!"
I'm Queenie Tong, Serena Tong's manager. Who are you? Don't waste time, state your name!
Queenie Tong was looking for an opportunity to vent.
After she finished speaking, she waited a while, but no one on the other end responded.
"Hello?"
"If you don't say anything, I'm hanging up!"
"Don't call if there's nothing important—we're busy!"
And Hong Kong is part of China—there's no need to say more! Our position is firm!
Queenie Tong thought it might be a prank or some unknown person who got her number through shady channels.
In the past, someone sold her and Serena Tong's numbers, leading to fans calling every day.
Eventually, Queenie Tong had no choice but to change her SIM card.
Some unscrupulous reporters would use various tricks, editing words to attack celebrities.
Patriotism is a major issue.
But Serena Tong has always had a firm stance.
Queenie Tong deeply disliked such fishing tactics.
"Sorry..."
After a long silence, a girl's voice came from the other end.
If there's nothing, hang up.
Queenie Tong heard the sincerity in the girl's apology, with no hostility, and her anger faded.
She was about to hang up.
"Wait..."
The girl on the other end sounded anxious: "I just... I just wanted to ask, is Evan Lin there?"
Evan Lin?
Hearing that name, Queenie Tong's hand froze as she was about to hang up.
Uh, who are you?
Queenie Tong instinctively glanced at the sky.
She was considering whether to tell the person on the other end.
But how should she say it?
Should she say that Evan Lin is currently hanging in the sky?
That he's shining over all of Hong Kong like the sun?
She couldn't bring herself to say it.
No ordinary person would believe it, either.
"I've called him several times and sent a lot of texts, but he hasn't replied."
"I was worried something had happened to him, so I called Aunt Zheng, then Aunt Zheng gave me her sister's number, then her sister gave me Ms. Zhong's number, and Ms. Zhong gave me your number."
Faced with Queenie Tong's questioning.
The girl on the other end sounded a bit flustered.
After the girl finished speaking, Queenie Tong sorted out the situation.
The girl on the other end knew Evan Lin's mother, his sister, and Angel Epoch's Ms. Zhong.
With all these connections, it was clear her relationship with Evan Lin wasn't shallow.
I've never even met his mother.
This thought popped into Queenie Tong's mind, and she suddenly felt a little aggrieved and sad.
"Hello?"