Zion bought me the same phone model as my original one, but he still refused to give it to me and imposed restrictions on my usage.
"I need to see your sincerity. Who knows if you might suddenly call the police and run away from here? Hudson, you can make calls and send messages, but you have to do it right under my nose," he insisted.
I felt speechless but had no choice but to agree.
Sometimes, I really regretted it. If I had known Zion would act this way, I wouldn't have traveled all the way from Carzonia to Adenville with him, even if Selena had died.
I inserted my SIM card into the new phone and called Sylvia. I realized how much I had missed her after being separated from her for days.
The moment I heard her voice, all the gloom of the past few days lifted, and my spirits brightened instantly. "Sylvia, how have you been lately?"
Since Zion was nearby and controlled my phone, I didn't log into any of my social media accounts for privacy reasons; I chose to call Sylvia directly instead. Not being able to video chat with her and see her face filled me with an inexplicable melancholy.
"I've been doing well. Why haven't you called me in so long?" Sylvia voiced her concern.
I glanced at Zion, who was playing on his phone, and frowned. I quickly made up an excuse to brush it off. After chatting about various things, I sensed Sylvia hesitating to say something, but with Zion present, I couldn't directly ask her what was on her mind.
Looking around the hospital, the thought that I would have to stay here for the next several days—possibly even weeks—filled me with deep sadness.
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