Ida frowned and glanced down to see that Chase's phone was on silent.
It was ringing, and the caller ID was showing the number of that boy named Byran.
She wasn't sleepy at all; she was just feeling quite peeved.
"Why don't you just turn your phone off?" Ida asked impatiently.
Chase shrugged helplessly. "The lad said if I turned off my phone, it would seem like I had something to hide, and he'd call the cops, claiming I kidnapped you and wouldn't let you answer the phone. I don't fancy being hauled off by the police!"
Ida was speechless.
What a little rascal!
After taking Chase's phone, Ida retreated to her room. Seeing the number calling again, she leaned against the headboard and answered while massaging her temples.
"Chase! I've checked. You and Ida are living in the same place! If you don't let her answer the phone, I'm really gonna call the police!"
Ida responded coldly, "Would you really call the police?"
The voice of the boy on the other end faltered and then rose in pitch. "Ida! You finally answered! I've been worried about you!"
Ida replied sharply, "Worried about what?"
Caught off guard, Byran huffed arrogantly. "I don't know, I just am!"
Growing impatient with the lad, Ida said, "Byran, I was doing just fine before I met you, and I'll be fine after. You don't need to worry so much and stop bothering my friend, got it?"
Sucking in a breath, Byran's voice was shaky but still childishly stubborn. "I get it, I get it! I didn't mean to bother your friend! It's just that all my calls to you were answered by Ellinor, and I'm stuck at home, which is why I've been so anxious!"
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