Chapter: 1826

"Is it Samira?" Bethany noticed the change in his expression right away.

"Yes,"

"Then go ahead and answer it. I'm okay!"

“It can wait. I'll call her back later." Worry knitted Jonathan's brow as he studied Bethany.

She tried to smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Don't keep Samira waiting. She might think you don't care! You're calling her about my antidote, right?"