Henry’s fingers tightened around his phone. I will just have to try… and explain it in a way Mum would want to help, he thought, heart pounding.

“Henry! Henry! Mr Kingsley called!” the phone buzzed insistently.

“Yes, Dad,” Henry answered, his voice steady.

“Why were you silent all of a sudden?” Mr Kingsley asked, concern threading his tone.

“It’s nothing, Dad. I’ll find a way to get Master Lin to treat you, and I’ll call back. But for now… take care of yourself. I promise I’ll do everything I can,” Henry said, his words rushed but firm.

“Okay… thank you. Don’t overexert yourself. If Master Lin refuses, just leave it....