Philip Shaw walked to one side, placed the handgun on the sofa, turning his back to Aya Candi.
"I have some things to deal with outside. Be good and eat; I'll be back tomorrow."
"Philip, come back early... I'm a bit scared alone at home."
Her faint voice transmitted through the phone to the eardrum, evoking infinite tenderness.
Philip Shaw's voice softened further, "Mm, I'll hurry back. Even if I'm not home, you have to eat well. If you don't like others eating with you, let Little Buddy accompany you. You're not afraid of Little Buddy, are you?"
"Mm, mm..." Ellen Candi obediently responded twice from the other side, and Philip Shaw could imagine her nodding. He chatted with Ellen for a while longer until someone took her downstairs to eat.
He hung up the phone and sat silently on the sofa, resting his brow in his hand, his expression light and gloomy.
"Master, this woman..."
Someone stepped forward to ask him.
