Part 89

"Daddy, are you still busy with work?"

Alexander looked at his phone screen, checking who was calling. Yasmin. But the mention of "Daddy" made him reevaluate the voice on the other end of the call.

"It's me, Dad. My phone is out of battery, so I borrowed Yasmin's phone to call. She happened to be here, delivering juice. So, how's it going? Are you still busy?"

Alexander sighed. "Who did you think it was?" He glanced at the watch on his wrist. "Kind of busy, dear. There's also Robert's event later. So, let me finish up, alright? I'm worried it won't be done by then, and this needs to…"

Alexander paused. He stared at the lit screen of his phone. The call had been disconnected unilaterally, which meant he was in big trouble.

He hurriedly shut his laptop down, aware that a heated argument with Casandra would take up a lot of time, and he needed to postpone work with a tight deadline.

"Sweetheart, I'm here." Trying to remain calm and summon all the patience he had, Alexander lay down besid