BLINDED BY LOVE

THE PHONECALL

When Sailub called Pon , he was sitting in the study.

This was already his fourteenth day of being confined.

Although his family didn’t mistreat him, they confined him to the villa, allowing him to wander around as he pleased but never letting him step out of the villa.

They didn’t even give him access to a computer or a phone, adamantly preventing him from contacting the outside world.

It was obvious they didn’t want him to communicate with Sailub.

So when the bodyguard handed him the phone, he looked at it suspiciously and asked cautiously, “What’s this for? Is my sister testing my willpower? Let me tell you, I won’t fall for it.”

But the bodyguard remained dutifully professional.

“Miss Davika instructed me to give it to you, saying that there’s no need to watch over you anymore.”

Pon was full of confusion and bewilderment.

But the sight of the phone was too tempting to resist.

After a moment’s hesitation, he quickly took it.

Like a thief who had just stolen a gem, he stuffed the phone into his pocket, hurried back to his room, and closed the door behind him, locking it in one smooth motion.

He turned on the screen, confirming that it was indeed his phone with all the files intact and no signal problems. It could make calls and access the internet.

Oh my god.

Pon was dumbfounded, wondering if his sister had suddenly become more lenient.

It was unscientific.

Could the entrenched conservative forces really be melted away so easily?

Or had he been causing too much trouble lately, and his siblings had finally had enough and decided to leave him alone?

During the first few days, he was indeed devastated by the blow, barely eating anything, and had lost quite a bit of weight in just a few days.

But gradually, he regained his strength.

No matter what Sailub said, he had to hear it in person to believe it.

So these days, he had been causing havoc at home, destroying things, and going on hunger strikes.

The bodyguards couldn’t handle him, fearing he might really harm himself, they kept calling his sister one after another, making her restless even during work.

Pon rubbed his chin, thinking that if he had known this trick would be so effective, he would have used it earlier.

He looked down at the phone, now held tightly in his hand, more precious than any priceless treasure.

He opened the call log, and sure enough, the top few calls were from “Sailub”.

Separated from Sailub for more than ten days with no news, he had been restless, unable to sleep all night.

But now, suddenly exempted and able to contact Sailub, he felt timid, unable to dial the familiar number.

Separated for more than ten days, Sailub must be going crazy.

He had disappeared without a word, and with his family being such a behemoth, hiding him away was as easy as pie.

Sailub was insignificant in front of his family, and finding him would be like finding a needle in a haystack.