Nathan sat in his office, staring at his mother's phone screen. Chintya's chat message had not been replied to. Her last message—“What's the plan?”—only had two ticks, unread.

Nathan sighed deeply. “Strange... she usually replies right away.”

Sonia appeared from behind the door, carrying a glass of tea. “Has Chintya not replied yet?”

“Not yet. I’m really curious—what is she planning?” Nathan muttered.

Sonia sat on the sofa. “Be patient. She’ll respond eventually.”

“Yeah, I’m curious. What is she really planning?” Nathan stood up, pacing back and forth. “If Chintya does something reckless again, I won’t just stand by.”

Sonia looked at him. “The important thing now is to stay...