Olivia's POV:
I glared at Mr. Bennett, wondering what to say. I smiled at him. "I was just in a trance; everything is fine," I said, and he glared at me suspiciously.
Then a ringtone echoed around the room; it was my phone. I checked beside the bed, but it wasn't there. Then Mr. Bennett took it out of his trouser pocket; he must have picked it up when I passed out.
He checked the caller. "It's your mom," he said, and I extended my hand for him to hand the phone to me, but he didn't; instead, he answered the call and placed it on loud speaker.
"Olivia, how are you doing? Did you tell your husband everything? Does he hate you? hello...." Her voice came in so quickly.
Mr. Bennett glared at me, confused. "Mother, we are fine. Mr. Bennett is here as well," I said, hoping that she would get the signal.
"Uhm, okay, then. Call me back," she hung up.