Noah woke up to the persistent vibrating of his phone on the nightstand.
He growled irritably, barely opening his eyes to glance at the digital clock with a grimace.
Noticing it was nearly midnight, he closed his eyes again, feeling as if weights were pressing down on his eyelids.
Hoping the call would end, but the vibrations persisted as if the person on the other end was forcing him to wake up.
"Who the hell is contacting me this late at night!?" Noah muttered in frustration. "Zoe, could you please check for me...?"
It didn't take long; Zoe's shooting voice echoed in his mind, 'It's Alexander Morgan...'
Noah's eyes snap open, fixed on the ceiling.
His brow furrowed in confusion about why the old man was calling him now.
But within seconds, a smile spreads across his face as he recalls his poor uncle, Jared Morgan.
He feels guilty because he not only disrupts Jared Morgan's sleep but also affects Alexander Morgan's rest.
