The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 122

That meant the accident wasn't minor.

Dante's tone turned anxious, and Leilani quickly comforted him. "I'm fine, I wasn't injured. It just seemed like the car came straight at me. A kind passerby called the police, and the officers took me in for a statement. Please don't worry."

Straight at her? It seemed Ms. Cheney's life was fraught with danger. Dante wanted to ask if she needed the Langley family's help, but he stopped himself. Leilani had always been independent, and their relationship hadn't reached that level yet. As long as she didn't misunderstand what happened that day, it was fine.

"If you need help, tell me. I won't keep you."

What a sensible girl Ms. Cheney was! Why did she have no luck with his grandson?

He immediately dialed Callahan's number. It rang seven or eight times before being picked up.

"Grandpa." On the other end, Callahan's voice sounded exhausted, and the background was noisy, as if he were in a busy place.

"You still know how to answer the phone?" Dante scolded him immediately. "What could be more important than your future marriage? You're a real piece of work, running off abroad without a word!"

Callahan rubbed his temples. He had been busy with Arnold's affairs for the past few days and genuinely forgot to tell Dante. "Grandpa, I'll be back in three days. I'll explain everything to Paulina's granddaughter personally then. I have things to do, I'm hanging up."

"Wait! You—"

“Click.”

The call was cut off abruptly.

Dante stared at his phone. What kind of emergency was this that he couldn't even speak clearly before hanging up? This was the first time Callahan had ever done that. It seemed the situation was indeed tricky.

After a while, Dante suddenly scoffed. "That brat knows he needs to explain? Maybe he's not completely hopeless."

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