She softly said to the other end of the phone, "Mommy, I'm fine. I still have to take another call, so I'll hang up now and call you back in a couple of days."
After saying this, she quickly hung up and then used all her strength to struggle, turning her head to face Atlas Hallow's deep, dark eyes, where there was a faint glimmer, like terrifying waves rolling in the ocean.
"I don't want this. Are you truly having fun?" Charlotte Miller was indeed repulsed by this; without a mental connection, this act was utterly disgusting.
"A forcibly picked melon may not be sweet, but at least it quenches thirst..." Atlas's voice escaped from his thin lips, landing on her back.
He's almost dying of thirst, and he won't endure it any longer from now on.
