Chapter 1997

Although it was Anastasia’s idea to call the police, she was still worried.’ But if I report it to the police, would I put my father in greater danger?”

She did not report her father’s disappearance to the police previously lest the kidnappers would kill him, but she grew anxious after receiving no news of him for two days, not even from the kidnappers.

Anastasia was in a dilemma about whether or not to call the police.

“Based on the current situation, I don’t think you would, but I honestly can’t say for sure,” Alexander said solemnly. He tried being objective, but his answer was certainly not reassuring.

He could not know if the kidnappers would kill Cameron since he did not know who they were, to begin with. He could have assured Anastasia of her father’s safety, but she would have been devastated if anything happened to Cameron.

Anastasia fell silent. She knew Alexander was right in saying so. After all, she only asked to seek solace from him. Still, the reality was harsh. She said nasally, “I understand.”

Alexander remembered what he was asking just now after hearing her nasally voice. “Wait. Are you feeling unwell?”

Anastasia sniffled. “It’s nothing. It’s just a cold.”

Although she said so, Alexander had a bad feeling and blurted out, Do you have a fever?”

“How…” Anastasia was surprised. “How do you know that? It’s just a slight fever, and I haven’t even taken any medicine. I’m sure I’ll get well in two days.”

She thought about it and continued, “I know the early symptoms of the pandemic disease earlier on are cold and fever, but I don’t think I contracted it. Besides, the pandemic has been contained, hasn’t it?

Don’t worry about it.

‘Thank you for your concern, Alex,” Anastasia said gratefully, “If you have any updates about my father, please let me know as soon as possible. I’ll update you after I report to the police.”

She wanted to hang up, but Alexander stopped her. ’Hold on a minute! Besides your fever and cold, do you have any other symptoms? Such as body aches, fatigue, or any other discomfort?”

Anastasia was puzzled when she noticed Alexander’s anxiousness.

“I…” she hesitated and pondered carefully, “don’t think so. Well, I have no appetite. Does that count?”

That was the only thing she could think of.

“Anything else?” Alexander wanted to make sure.

“Hmm…” Stumped, Anastasia thought momentarily and asked, “Alex, is there a problem with me getting sick? Why are you asking me these questions?” “I’m not sure, but it might be a problem,”

Alexander said, “So if you can think of anything, please tell me as detailed as possible. It’d be helpful!”