After returning home from Trifecta Hospital, Julia had been glued to her phone. She couldn't even keep track of how many times she checked her phone. Although Titus told her to check back later, she gave him a perfunctory hum in response and kept staring at the phone like she was expecting a call. However, he knew what she was anticipating, and that was nothing but a call or text message from her daughter.
When she returned home, she told her husband she didn't manage to meet Sonia, but she met her caretaker, who agreed to bring the broth to their daughter. Since then, Julia had anxiously awaited a message or phone call letting her know whether or not her daughter enjoyed the broth.
However, her phone never rang after waiting so long, leaving her anxious and downcast. She even wondered if her phone had broken down, as there were no incoming messages or calls. Despite that, she was well aware that her phone was functioning perfectly. Ultimately, she concluded that there were no incoming calls or text messages because they had never called or texted in the first place.
"Titus, do you think Sonny didn't even drink the broth? Is that why she's not calling?" Julia asked her husband with an ashen face.
Patting her hands in reassurance, Titus replied, "Don't worry. If Sonny doesn't have it, you can prepare it daily and send it to her. I believe she will drink it one day. It's natural for her to refuse any food we give her because she hasn't accepted us as her parents yet."
"I know, but I can't help but feel sad," she sighed.
"It's going to be fine. Give our daughter some time to get used to it. Perhaps, you can try thinking in her shoes. If she had biological parents who used to bully her adoptive parents, you'd feel the same way as her." Having an unbiased perspective allowed him to offer Julia some solace.
Hearing that, she nodded in response. "We have no choice but to wait, then. I'll get some ingredients to make the same broth for her tomorrow."
"Sure," Titus agreed with her.
In fact, she could've let the maids do it on her behalf, but she wanted to pick the ingredients by herself and cook for her daughter. It was more meaningful that way. Hence, Titus didn't stop her from doing that. If it wasn't for his health condition, he would accompany her to the grocery store to help her out.
Then, Julia grabbed her bag and left, but her phone rang. She quickly halted in her steps. "Honey, do you think it's a call from Sonny?" She couldn't help but feel excited by that thought.
Titus thought the chances weren't high, but he didn't want to dampen her mood, so he nodded, "I think so. Pick it up."
"Okay." Julia nodded decisively. So, she quickly fished out the phone from her bag, and when she saw the name on the screen, she was stunned.
Seeing that, he sensed that his assumption was correct. It was indeed their daughter who called, but he still asked, "Who is it? Is it Sonny?"
She shook her head in response and said, "No. It's an unknown local number."
"Answer it. Didn't you mention that you gave your phone number to Sonny's caretaker? Perhaps, it's a call from her."
At that moment, Titus' reminder managed to disperse Julia's depressive mood. He's right. It could be a call from the caretaker. Soon, the hope in her heart was ignited once again. Swiping the answer key, she greeted, "Hello?"
"I hope I'm not disturbing you, Mrs. Gray," Mary said as she exited the elevator.
Julia's mood was lifted again when she heard the familiar voice.
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