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Early in the morning, there was a knock on the door. Leon, who had barely slept all night, heard it and went to see who it was. Outside stood one of the guards who was stationed nearby. He knew from the grim look on the guard’s face, something might have happened. It was an emergency, either at home or office.

“Sir, there is an urgent message for you from your home,” the guard said.

It was just like how he had expected.

Leon took the phone. With no network on the island, the guard had brought a voicemail.

It was from his father.

If it had been his mother, he might have felt less concerned, but the fact that his father had left multiple messages over the last ten hours meant it was urgent. Not just urgent, something had happened back home and he needed to rush. He had yet to hear the contents of the voicemail and he knew that he had to leave as soon as possible.

"Leon, it’s Dad. Please come home soon."

"Leon, Abella is in the hospital. She needs you. We need you."

"Son, where are you