Zain's POV
As Joanna approached, I noticed her watching my movements closely.
When I tilted my phone screen away from her view, she glanced down instinctively.
Joanna couldn't see clearly, but I could tell she was already piecing things together. She's probably figured out I'm calling Blanche, I thought.
After I darkened my phone screen, I answered Joanna, "It's nothing important."
I quickly followed up, "How's Carry doing? Any improvement?"
Joanna flashed me a warm smile. "She's sleeping now. When I noticed you hadn't returned, I thought I'd check on you."
I simply nodded and remained silent.
My phone screen suddenly brightened.
I grabbed it immediately.
But seeing it was just a notification, disappointment washed over my face.
Joanna witnessed everything. Without any hesitation, she looked directly at me and asked, "You're texting Blanche, aren't you?"
I didn't want Joanna getting the wrong idea.
After hesitating briefly, I shook my head and replied, "No."
