Salute to the General novel Chapter 1597

Just as Colin was about to make a move, Vadim's phone started ringing.

The sound of a mobile phone attracted everyone's attention.

Shakily, Vadim fished out his phone to check. He then raised his head to look at Nathan. “It's Mr. Davier.”

Father!

Phoebe, who cowered in fear as she felt death's embrace approaching suddenly felt invigorated when she heard his name.

With some difficulty, she managed to get up.

With a haughty smile, she looked at Nathan and said, “That's my father on the line, Nathan. I dare you to kill me now!”

Valois also let out the breath he unknowingly held and sneered at Nathan.

With a gentle tone meant to provoke, Vadim addressed Nathan again. “Can I pick up the phone?”

Fine.

Vadim answered the phone, and in a somber voice, said, “It's not good, Mr. Davier. General Cross insists on getting to the bottom of this and wants to take Ms. Davier's life.”

“Is Nathan there? Let me speak to him.” Came Mr. Davier's voice from the other end of the line.

“Very well.”

Vadim then gave the phone to Nathan. “Mr. Davier would like a word.”

Nathan answered the phone with a smile. “Mr. Davier.”

“Nathan,” said Clifford politely. “I've heard about what my daughter did. It's my fault for not raising my children righteously. However, I am still responsible for my daughter, and that is something that I cannot shake off so easily.”

Nathan pursed his lips. “Ms. Davier is an adult, and adults need to be held accountable for their actions. You no longer have that responsibility towards her, Mr. Davier.”

Nathan's reply only drew Clifford's ire.

After all, his remarks served a purpose. They were to remind Nathan that she was still his daughter and that on the grounds of dignity, there was no need to kill her so quickly.

Nathan, however, seemed to ignore all that. He said that Clifford was no longer responsible for the actions of his adult daughter very flippantly.

How could Clifford keep his cool?

Inwardly, Clifford cursed. I'm obviously not directly responsible for her actions. That was just a form of courtesy, couldn't you tell?

Sensing that Nathan remained unconvinced, Mr. Davier tried a more direct approach.

“Nathan, I need you to listen carefully. I only have one son and one daughter.” Clifford took a deep breath and continued. “She was born when I was forty years old. And when you have children at that age, you treat them as if they were jewels in your palm.”