No Foul Play?

Chapter - 133

Rick's father sat in solitude within the stark waiting room, his gaze fixed somberly on the sterile white walls stretching before him. The untouched cup of steaming coffee sat forlornly beside him, a silent testament to the weight of his thoughts.

"Hello? Are you still the there?" A soft, pleasant voice at the other end of the phone snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "Sorry. Got disconnected there for a bit. So Rick did not come home last night. I thought maybe he would, but never mind. I will talk to him soon. You don't need to worry. I will take care of everything."