C59 Mrs. Preston's Worries

Meanwhile...

Back in F Nation...

It was already nightime. Mrs. Preston sat on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom and slowly lowered the hand that held her cell phone and at the same time, her brows creased tightly in worry.

She turned her body around to face her husband who was half lying down on the bed and said to him with worry and a hint of anxiety in her tone