Charlotte called Ricky's number immediately after Thomas hung up the phone.
As it was about to go through, there was a knock on the door outside the room.
Cecelia heard a commotion in Charlotte's room, got up and came over to check, asking with concern, "Charlotte, was that you talking just now? Was that you calling me? Is something wrong at this late hour?"
Just at that moment, the phone picked up and Ricky's low voice came through.
Charlotte's hand shook with fear and the phone fell on the bed, she hurriedly covered the speaker with the quilt.
"Mom, I'm fine, I had some trouble sleeping and I just talked to Shelly on the phone." Charlotte's heart thumped hard, and her whole body broke out in a thin sweat as she lied.
"Oh. It's too late, don't stay up late, take care of yourself. I'm not coming in, just sleep now."
Cecelia said in a raised voice.
"Got it, Mom." Charlotte replied in a rush.
Next, she held her breath and listened carefully, waiting until Cecelia's footsteps faded away before she picked up the phone and continued the call.
"Hey, Thomas just called me again. He seems to have spotted you. He said he saw a man in black climbing up through the window. Ricky, have you been exposed?" She spoke fast, but she didn't dare to be too harsh. After all, she still had to count on Ricky to do the job for her.
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