Nia Mitchell has come to realize that these days people are never satisfied, always wanting more.
She found a quiet spot to make a call. By this hour, Fiona Sutton had already finished dinner and was lying on the bed.
Beside her, Yancy Hastings was lying down too, gently resting his head on Fiona Sutton's belly, wanting to hear any sounds inside.
"At this stage, the baby is so tiny, right? My belly isn't even that noticeable yet, what can you possibly hear?"
Fiona Sutton couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.
But she had a smile on her face. Ever since Yancy Hastings came back, he had to listen every day.
"I can hear her heartbeat."
Hearing Yancy Hastings say this, Fiona Sutton laughed, and her belly moved slightly.
"Don't move, let me listen carefully."
Yancy Hastings had a serious look on his face, focused on listening to the sounds inside.
"Do you think it's a bomb that you're listening to, or are you actually an expert at cracking safes?"
