The last sentence was a question in the form, but an affirmation in meaning.
Zayla was waiting for her father to give the answer personally.
The fact that Lincoln was still asleep and the truth of her grandfather's death almost drained her...
She slumped on the edge of the bed and burst into a flood of tears.
Theodore on the other end of the phone was silent and tried to get off the topic.
"Zayla, listen, this matter..."
"You just need to answer me, yes or no! We are in danger. Do you still want to hide it from me? Dad, you know me very well. I won't call you if I'm not sure."
There was another silence...
Theodore sighed heavily.
"Yes."
The moment she got an affirmative answer, the surrounding air quickly solidified, and the oxygen was pulled away little by little...