Patricia's smile faltered for a split second as the call abruptly ended, but she recovered quickly. Without missing a beat, she continued speaking into the dead line.
"Yes, I understand. He should stay a little longer. Don't worry, I'll talk to him. Call me when you are back."
She shoved the phone inside her bag and turned to Paule, only to find him watching her silently, suspicion clouding his tired eyes.
"She said no," Patricia announced. "You are to stay here another week and continue therapy."
Paule sighed, frustration pressing down on him. His fingers clenched around the bedsheet. "Why did you ask her for money?"
Patricia's face twisted into a frown. "What's wrong with that?" she snapped. "She is married to a billionaire. She is not hurting for cash. Besides, we took her in, gave her a home, food, and education. The least she can do is take care of her foster parents now."
