"I'm in the car now."
After sending this voice message, Viola Thompson made a video call.
"Viola, dear!"
Seeing her beloved daughter, Mary Perryne's face was filled with a kind smile.
"Mom."
It was eight in the morning for Viola, and the sunlight was just shining in through the car window, casting a shallow layer of gold on her, "I have something to tell you."
"What is it?" Mary asked.
Viola continued, "Something came up here, and I won't be able to come back on Monday."
I won't be back!
Hearing this, Mary was very anxious, "Then when can you come back?"
"I guess in about a week," Viola answered.
Mary continued, "What suddenly happened? Does it have to be you there? Can't someone else handle it?"
She hadn't seen her daughter for two months.
Ever since the zombie virus, her heart had been weighed down with worry. She had just been eagerly awaiting news of Viola's return, and now she suddenly told her that she wouldn't be back on Monday.
This was unacceptable to Mary.
