Stephen got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. From a distance, he saw the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window fluttering in the wind. Yvonne was wearing a robe and leaning against the railing, revealing her fair legs.

Although Stephen approached quietly, Yvonne still managed to notice him. She spoke into the phone, saying, "Okay, I got it. You should continue resting." Then she hastily ended the call.

She turned around and smiled at Stephen. "Why did you wake up so early?"

"Who were you talking to on the phone?"

"Grandfather," said Yvonne as she shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

Philip was used to waking up very early because he tended to sleep less, and he'd also had something on his mind today. However, Yvonne was sleep deprived; she'd only had a few hours of sleep. When she'd walked out of the bedroom, she hadn't even been able to keep her eyes open.

She'd stood on the balcony to enjoy the breeze while answering Philip's call, and her mind had gradually become cle