I wasn't sure what Donovan meant. Annika quickly dialed a number, and her expression mirrored Donovan's, inscrutable—filled with joy, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. Her hand that was holding the phone was shaking.

Once the call connected, Annika's voice sounded somewhat unsettled as she spoke into the phone, "Arton, where are you? Come back home immediately!"

A deep voice echoed from the phone, "What's wrong? Did something happen to Mom and Dad?"

Without elaborating, Annika urged, "Just come back as soon as you can!"

I could see that Annika was anxious. Meanwhile, Donovan still tightly held onto my phone, staring at the photos without blinking.

Judging by his current expression, I was certain he liked Charlie.

I moved closer and tried to take the phone, but he clutched it tighter, unwilling to let go. So, I approached him, gently sliding my fingers across the phone screen to show him more pictures.

I overheard Annika making another call, presumably to her mother, urging