Chapter 1692
The sound on the phone abruptly ceased.
It felt as though the line suddenly died—utterly silent.
He glanced at the phone in his hand, where an incoming call notification lit up the screen.
The caller? His father-in-law.
Seeing those two words, he ended his previous call and answered Dean's.
"Dad," he greeted.
The rooftop was enveloped in stillness. At this hour, the neighborhood residents were fast asleep, leaving the top floor devoid of sound.
Holding the phone, Dean listened to the familiar voice that came through.
It was the same way he was always addressed, and even the tone of his voice did not change—not in the slightest.
Dean spoke, "Scott, I heard from Naomi that John hit you?"
Scott continued ascending the stairs as Dean's words came through the phone.
"It's just a small injury. It's nothing serious," he replied.
That response was an admission of what happened.
Dean sighed. "Scott, I'm sorry. I didn't expect John to do something like this. Uncle apologizes on his
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