The number of times they had received a call from Joaquin Crimson, their father, could be counted on one hand. It was like a rare event—unpredictable, impossible to trigger at will. Yet somehow, Azriel had managed to do it.
Seeing the name "Dad" on the screen, he remained frozen, still processing the moment.
Jasmine, however, quickly composed herself, her expression hardening.
"Pick up. It must be important."
'Or just another drunk call.'
Unfortunately, most of the times Joaquin had contacted them, he had been far from sober.
"Ah… yes…"
At her words, Azriel snapped out of his daze and immediately accepted the call. Without hesitation, he put it on speaker so Jasmine could listen as well. His voice, still laced with bewilderment and concern, came through first.
"Dad? Is everything okay?"
"Of course. You need not worry—I called you for official matters."
Joaquin's voice was steady, unhurried. He didn't waste time with pleasantries, cutting straight to the point.
