Chapter 65

Jazz POV

Emil ran from the kitchen to answer the house phone as it rang in the living room. I followed him behind and waited for him to answer since he was eager about it. While his sister stood beside him.

"Hello," his mini voice chimed through the phone.

"Hello dear, can you put your mother on the line? I wish to speak with her," a feminine voice spoke through the other end.

"And who are you?How should I address you to my mother?," Emil said but got no response. Instead there were muffled sounds and screeches.

"Hello, Mrs whoever you are, I will not let you speak to my mom if you don't know how to reply to my question. I will not let it go!!!!....," Emil didn't hesitate to yell when the caller refused to talk.

I rushed over and took the phone from him to avoid causing any problem. Who knows the caller might be an important person.

"Hello, please do not mind my son. May I know who is on the line?," I asked, waiting for a response.

"Oh, Jasmine, it is good to hear your voice. I have